Friendship Fails ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 4

¥Hi just wanted to say this is a short chapter sorry. I've been out of it lately. Anyway enjoy even though I know this sucks but yea. Anyway,

Z-girl Out¥

Getting Jaimie up all those stairs was hard as hell. I nearly gave up and left him there but his groans of pain kept me going. Finally reaching the top I half dragged half carried him into my room as I flopped him onto my bed. His head lolled to the side, his mouth open and eyes closed shut signaling that through our trip he fell asleep again. I tried pulling his shirt off to no avail, it felt glued to his body, I did manage however to pull off his loose jersey but that's it. In frustration I grabbed the ends and tore it in half, right down the middle. The ripping sound it made was enough to wake Jaimie who moaned as he saw it was me, especially in the position we were in. I had had to straddle him to get the angle of the shirt right and well it put me on top of his well downstairs as I struggled to rip off the shirt.

"Sil, next time you wanna do things, wake me up first."

He slurs sleepily as the effects of whatever that nurse have him still affected him. I just rolled my eyes and placed my hand on his sweaty forehead, pulling my hand back quickly in shock because of the heat. I jolted to the floor quickly running down the stairs to get ice from the freezer. I put some cubes in a zip lock baggie and ran back upstairs to place it on his head. When I came in though I found Jaime sprawled on my bed with nothing but his boxers on and his pants thrown lazily on the floor. I groan in frustration.

At least he has his boxers on.

I walk to him and place the ice pack on his forehead and internally cuss myself out since I forgot another one for his chest. Running back down stairs I quickly pick my hair up in a messy bun and rip off my jersey and throw it on the couch as I pass by leaving me in my grey paint smeared shirt from this morning. I make another two ice packs before making four sandwiches for me and Jaimie when I notice the time on the clock. I balance everything in my arms along with four Cokes and a bag of chips clamped in my mouth on my way upstairs. I nudge open the semi closed door with my hip and walk in to see Jaimie hanging halfway out the window. I run to him barely stopping to drop what I was carrying in the bed.

"Jaimie!"

I shout trying to pull him in without hurting him. He smiles at me cheekily and tries to shove me away.

"I have no idea who you are but I already have my eyes set on someone so sorry. I mean I know I'm irresistible but still."

Jaimie tells me as if in trying to get into his pants when I'm trying to help him. I ignore his comment and keep trying to drag him back in through the window. I wrap my arms around his torso trying to avoid his ribs and give him a tug, when nothing happens I try harder and harder until I end up flat on my back with Jaimie on top of me

"Ow! God damnit, James!"

I scowl at him as I rub the back of my head where it smacked the floor, he seemed to have enough sense to hold his weight off of me once he realized I was under him.

"Sil? What're you doing down there?"

"Oh just having tea with the queen of England!"

I shout at him in annoyance. He snorts and grins at me.

"Aww is someone being grumpy? Didn't you take your happy pills today?"

He asks in a sing song voice that irritates me. I glare at him and shove him off, forgetting his injury for the moment. I make my way to the bed and frown seeing the mess of our lunch. I sigh and pick up everything, glad that the sandwiches stayed intact on the plate which is like a miracle. I crawled onto my bed and sat cross legged and put a plate of sandwiches on my lap and relaxed against my pillows.

"Get your butt on this bed, Jaimie. I will not carry you again."

"You carried me?"

His confused face made him look like a little kid.

"How do you think you got here dummy!"

Realization hits him just as he looks down at his half naked body.

"Uhh, Sil? Why am I basically naked?"

I roll my eyes.

"How am I supposed to know I ripped your shirt off and went downstairs for an ice pack when I got back here you were in your boxers. Now get over here I'm starving!"

And I actually was. I guess carrying your best friend up the stairs and pulling him back from falling two stories does that to you. He walks to my bed and sits next to me grabbing his plate and coke, leaning into the pillows too. Once he sits comfortably I turn on the TV to our favorite movie and take a huge bite out of my sandwich. I groan as the food flavors explode on my tongue, hitting my hungry stomach with glee. I dig in, not even paying attention to the movie or Jaimie. I finish off both sandwiches before opening my soda and taking a huge gulp followed by a loud burp. I grin as Jaimie smirks at me.

"What!?"

I ask him innocently. He grins and leans over placing his head on my shoulder. The gesture made me smile and feel kinda sleepy. Sleepily I shove him away and push him so that he's laying flat on his back.

"What are you doing?"

Jaimie questions as I begin prodding his injured side.

"Shhh I'm just checking if its still swollen before I fall asleep. Now stay still."

I say while pressing down softly on his bruised skin. He didn't jump or flinch at all so I'm taking that as a good sign. I sigh and get up quickly walking to the closet and grabbing one of Jaimie's huge shirts and slip it on after taking off my shirt and bra and slipping off my jeans so I stood their with Jaimie's shirt and my boxers on. I crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Jaimie's uninjured side, he wraps his arms around me and starts snoring faster than you can say 'flapjacks'. I start to drift off but I hear a knock on the door downstairs. I groan and slip out of Jaimie's warm arms already missing them terribly. I walk groggily downstairs, my bare feet padding loudly on the wood floor. I open the door and yawn at the same time, I focus on the person in front of me and come to an absolute stop. I swear I don't even breathe. This can't be happening what's he doing here? Why now?!