A Little Too Soon for Goodbye

17 -Sleepover

A few days later, I get out of Adrien's car, and he is holding my hand. It took a few hours, but we finally convinced our parents to let us have a sleepover together.

We walk into his house, and go upstairs. It's already kind of late, around 9, but we're probably going to stay up for awhile.

He puts my bag down on his bed, and I lay down on his couch. He walks over and laughs, and I laugh too. "Don't judge me." I whine, and he says, "who said that I was judging you?" He sits down by my head, and asks, "how're you feeling?"

I slightly cringe from the question, but I still answer. "Better. Now that the chemo is completely out of my system and I've had time to recover from the cpr, I feel... better. Not as good as before, but definitely better."

"That's good." He says, and I nod. "What movie do you want to watch?" He asks, and I sit up. I lean my head against his shoulder, and shrug. "Okay... what type of movie are you in the mood for?"

"A chick flick." I immediately respond, and he laughs. "How about... 10 things I hate about you?" I nod, and he finds the movie and starts it.

About halfway through the movie, Adrien leans over and begins to give me light kisses against my neck. I lean my head to the side, giving him more space, and sigh as he begins to kiss harder.

I grab his face and pull his head away, looking deep into his eyes. I want to tell him everything I feel, but I'm scared. I already know that I'm hurting him, but I don't know how I can say no.

I love him.

Why is the world so cruel?

I lean forward, and his lips are against mine. The kiss is slow and passionate, and I try to tell him everything I want to in it. He pulls back and gasps, needing to breathe, and I swing my leg over his hips. I sit on his lap, and kiss up his cheek, and get to his ear.

I gently bite his ear lobe, and he lets out a low sigh. "How are you so good at this?" He whispers breathlessly. I place my hands on his chest, feeling as he quickly inhales and exhales, and the fast thud of his heart.

Instead of answering I smile against his skin, and go back to his lips. I give him a gentle, slow kiss, and begin to kiss his jaw. I go along the line of it on both sides, and when I get to his chin, I slowly give wet kisses all the way down the center of his neck.

I reach his pajama shirt, and sigh. "Please... don't stop." He sighs out, and I look up at him. His hair is messy, and his head is back against the couch with his eyes tightly shut. His hands are gently grabbing my hips, and he gently massages them as he waits.

"Your shirt is in the way." I pant, and he casually whispers, "then take it off." A warm heat fills me, and I whisper back, "okay."

I adjust, and slowly move my hands under his shirt. I begin to push it up, and his skin feels so hot against the palms of my hands.

It feels too hot.

I reach up and touch his forehead with the back of my hand, and he's burning. "Oh, Adrien." I whisper, smiling at the poor boy.

"What?" He asks, lifting his head and looking at me. His eyes are tired, and he looks sick. "You're sick." I say, and he sighs. "I'm fine."

"You have a fever." He blows out a breath, and shakes his head. "No I don't."

I grab the remote off of the couch, and look over my shoulder. I turn off the tv, and gently brush his hair away from his forehead. He sighs, closing his eyes again, and I give him a small peck.

I get off his lap, and walk into his bathroom. I open up the medicine cabinet that he has in there, and grab him some Tylenol. I go over to his mini fridge, and get him a bottle of water.

I hand him both things, and he begins to complain. "I'm not sick-" "yeah you are. Now take your medicine." He sighs for the millionth time, but complies. I take the water bottle from him, and place it on the coffee table. I grab his hands and pull him off of the couch.

He moves slowly, and I wonder why it hit him so suddenly. I get him into his bathroom, and he sits down on the counter. I grab him his toothbrush out of the drawer, and put his mint toothpaste on it. I hand it to him, and he brushes his teeth. After he's done, I open his drawer with all of his expensive skincare, and ask, "what do you use?"

He grabs a few things, and I find the basics. I wash his face, and he groans when the cold water touches him. I help him apply it, and I put everything away.

"Now go to the bathroom." I say, he asks, "can you help me with that too?" I feel my face heat up, and he smirks at me.

I quickly leave the room, and hear him laugh.

A few minutes later he opens the door, and grabs my hand as he trudges to his bed. "I'll join you in a minute Adrien. I need to get ready for bed too."

He groans, but lets go, too tired to really care.

I get ready for bed, and after I'm done I stare at myself in the mirror. I look fragile. If the wind decided to blow a little too hard, then it looks like I would break. I am skinnier than I used to be. I haven't been eating enough, and I haven't been able to work out so I lost the little bit of muscle that I had.

But mainly I look tired. Absolutely exhausted. I am, but I wish I didn't look the part. I just stare at myself for a few more seconds, then walk out of the bathroom, turning off the light, and grab a spare blanket and pillow out of the closet.

Even though I want to be around Adrien, I don't want to get sick, so I walk over and curl up on the couch, falling asleep fast.