(cute small talks with kurt <3)
i woke up the next morning.
i didn't feel as bad as i did last night.
must bc bc of all the medicine i took.
kurt was still alseep.
completely rolled over on his back.
arms kinda sprayed out.
like a star fish.
but idk maybe more like a cactus?
i sat up.
well if i'm sick i mine as well make my sick experience aesthetic (bc that happens irl)
i sat up and walked to the kicthen.
i pulled out an old recipe from my grandmas of how to make broccoli cheddar soup.
i started the stove.
i've never made soup in my life.
i followed the recipe step for step.
finally i was done.
i heard kurt walk over.
"mm" he groans.
"goodmorning kurt." i said.
i watch as he stretches.
"mm y/n your- your supposed to be like resting? your sick aren't you?" he says.
"yes well i decided to make some food" i smiled.
"smells great by the way" he says walking over.
"thanks! i don't really cook, let alone make soup but whatever. i'm more of one to likr bake" i said.
"oh nice! yk if you ever need a taste tester i'm your guy" he says pointing at himself with both his thumbs.
omg even if kurts cute there's nothing that's gonna stop him from being as much as a dork as he is.
which was sometimes cute.
and other times really have me the ick.
i giggles slightly before getting kurt a bowl.
"here try it and tell me how it is" i said.
i handed him a bowl with a spoon.
he palmed the bowl before smiling.
his large eyes look down at me.
his soft smile was warm and bright.
i felt my self getting more red.
kurt didn't constantly look at my body he always look at my face.
which was something must guys i've talked to wouldnt do.
i bit my lip before turning to pour myself a bowl.
"g-go and sit, tell me how it is" i said.
he sits down at the table.
i sat down next to him as he took his fist sip.
"mm" he groans.
"this is really good" he said taking another bite.
"thank you" i smiled.
i took a small bite.
damn i'm such a good cook 💪
"we can go eat in my room if you want" i said.
"you sure i don't want to-" he says.
"no it's fine cmon" i sniffle.
we walk to my room.
we both sit cross legged next to eachother.
i sniffled a couple times before groaning.
"being sick is literally the worst." i said.
"well think about it this way in a couple days you'll be completely fine! and these couple days you are sick it's an excuse to lay in bed all day" he says.
"i mean ig your right but i'm such an active person" i said.
he nods.
"if you weren't sick rn what would you be doing?" he asks
"mm idk maybe going out for breakfast yk" i say
"oh cool, do you go out a lot?" he asks.
"yeah but mainly with my friends" i said.
"how do you afford all that?"
"uhm get a well paying job ig" i laugh.
"makes sense.. your house is beautiful btw" he says
"thank you!" i smiled.
i finished my soup soon after kurt finished his.
"here lemme take that to the sink-" i said before kirt cut mr off.
"no no ur sick i'll take care of it" he says taking my bowl from me.
"thank you kurt" i said grabbing the remote
he comes back and lays down next to me.
"oh oh can we watch rick and morty? or regular show! i'm there cartoons but there good-" he says cut off by my giggles.
"wh-what's so funny-?" he says
"nothing uhm wanna watch big mouth? i haven't seen it yet and the new season came out recently" i said.
"yes! i forgot that show was a thing." he says
i smiled and put it on.
we watched tv for awhile.
until i felt my self finally slowly fall back to sleep.
hopefully i'd be better soon.
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غموض / إثارةy/n is a young, selfish, criminal psychologist and book author, the second she heard that mr.kunkle was still alive she know it would make an award winning criminology book.
