"Morning." I slur out of pure exhaustion dropping down on the couch next to John B. "Morning." He chuckles handing me his coffee cup. "Oh no... What do you want?" I say sarcastically. He chuckles nervously. "What do you want?" I sigh tiredly. If he was giving me coffee then he definitely wanted something. "Y/N is sick. Sarah and I have to go to Chapel Hill. Pope is working and so is Kiara. We need you to go check in on her." I roll my eyes. "She is seventeen. She is fine." I sigh. "Just go check on her every couple hours. Make sure she's alive." He is pleads. I scoff annoyed. "Oh come on don't act like it's the end of the world. You have an excuse to go see her now." He teases hitting me lightly. "Fuck off. I'll go." I say standing up and going to my room to get dressed and shut down this conversation.
An hour later.
"Thank you so much J! I owe you!" Sarah calls out the window as I climb out of the Twinkie and head into the Cameron house. I ignore her walking up the carpeted stairs and knocking on Y/Ns bedroom door. It was the 3rd door on the right. Just as Sarah explained. Her door was covered in photos and pictures. I wait a couple minutes and she still doesn't answer. I roll my eyes. "This was a waste of my time" I mutter walking down the stairs. Halfway down I hear a loud crash. I run up the stairs and push open Y/Ns door. "Y/N!" I scream looking around. Her room was a total mess. Clothes littering the floor. Her bed a tangled mess it blankets. But she want here. Her bathroom door was slightly open. "Y/N! I'm coming in." I mutter opening the door. She was on the floor behind the door with her head in her knees crying softly. "Y/N." I sigh kneeling in front of her. I put my hand on her knee letting her know I am here. She looks up at me startled. Her ocean blue eyes red with tears. "J..." she cried softly. "I'm right here." I mutter looking at the bleeding gash on her forehead. Blood was seeping down her face and staining her baby blue sweatshirt. "What happened?" I ask grabbing a towel on the counter and pressing it against her head. She winced and bite her lip in pain. "I got dizzy and tripped over the rug." She admits eyes glued to the ground embarrassed. "It's alright. You still dizzy?" I sigh standing up. "A little." She whispers closing her eyes and leaning against the door. I close the toilet lid and flush away the puke. "Come here. Let's get you cleaned up a little." I say extending a hand to help her up and sit her down. Her hands were clammy and shaking. Even now covered in puke, sweat, and blood she was beautiful. "You got any bandages?" I ask looking around her large bathroom. She had a glass shower and a double sick. The counter was marble and it was a beautiful bathroom. "In the cabinet there." She says pointing to the mirror. I press the edge of the mirror and it pops open. This was rich people shit. I grab a bandaid, some peroxide and some cream. I clean the cut and get her all fixed up. "Thank you." She whispers looking up at me. "Yeah of course." I mutter. It was silent an awkward minute. "Do you want to shower? You got blood and shit in your hair." She nods a little. "Yeah a shower sounds amazing." She chuckles. "Ok. Um I'll be downstairs. Getting you something to eat and drink." I say closing the bathroom door. I hear the water turn on and I go down stairs getting her some crackers and water. Glancing around her room I decide to clean up a little. All dirty laundry goes into the hamper. All empty water bottles and random trash into the trashcan and I even made her bed. I don't even do that for myself. She is just special. I sit at her desk chair awkwardly. A few minutes later I hear her shout for me. "J!" I knock on the bathroom door. "I need help." She calls. "What's going on?" I can hear the panic in her voice. "I don't feel good." I open the door and by the time I get to her she was already puking. She was in the shower the water still running over her. She was completely naked and on all fours throwing up. I kick off my shoes before I turn the water off grab a towel. I open the shower door and get behind her and wrap it around her. I pull back all her hair while she chokes on her own puke. I felt so bad for her. There was only three people in the world I would do this for. John B, Kiara, maybe Pope actually and her. I was completely in love with Y/N. Everyone knew but her. As she stops heaving she starts to sob. I gently pull her shoulders back so she was resting against my chest. I didn't even care that she was soaking wet and had puke in her hair. I rub her back until she calms down. Her whole body pressed against me and head snuggled into the crook of my neck. "You alright?" I ask ruffling her damp hair. She nods a little. "I'm sorry." She whispers voice hoarse. I shake my head. "Hey don't apologize." I say quickly. I really didn't mind it was gross but it was for Y/N. Besides she shouldn't need to apologize for getting sick. It happens. She nods her head in clear disagreement. "You hate me. Yet you're stuck here covered in water and my puke. You can leave. I'll be fine. Rafe will be home tomorrow." I shake my head again. "I do not hate you. I don't mind a little water. And I know what I can do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. Besides if I'm leaving your well-being to Rafe you might be screwed." She looked at me confused. "You want to be here?" I bite my lip. I could be serious or I could ignore it. "I'm so fucking in love with you it isn't even funny." I mumble. Even in her current state she was gorgeous. "You're... in love.... With me?" She questions. I nod. "So um. You wanna get rinsed off real quick?" She nods confused. I help her up and turn the water back on. She sways as soon as I step away from her. Grabs onto my arm like it's the only thing keeping her alive. "You're ok." I slip my shirt off and stand behind her. "I'll close my eyes. Just pretend I'm not here." I say closing my eyes. I wait a few minutes and then she turns the water off. "You can open your eyes now." I open my eyes and she is wrapped in a towel and has her arms out for me to grab. I grab her arms to steady her. "Help to my room please?" I nod and guide her to her room. She looks around and glares at me. "What?" I question sitting her down on her bed. "You cleaned my room." She says in an annoyed terms. "I think what you are trying to say is thank you." I chuckle. "Clothes please." She mutters. I grab her clothes following her specific instructions and then turn around. "I have Rafes sweatpants in my closet if you wanna change. You're a little wet." She chuckles. I close the door and get changed. "One last favor." She calls from the other side of the door. "What's up?" I question opening the door. "Lay with me?" I pause for a second. "I threw up on you and you were unfazed yet cuddling is when you pause." I chuckle and lay next to her. "Holy fuck you're bed is so soft." I whisper. She laughs and snuggles closer to me. "Then stay for a while." She whispers resting her head on my chest.
