Fake lovers

20

I sit next to him. He moves closer to me, and sits up. I pull him on my lap. "Ray you need to rest," I tell him. "Whatever," he mumbles hiding his face in my shoulder.

Anna and Gilda keep blowing up my phone.

Anna:
Heyyyy

Gilda:
Helloooo

Anna:
Norman is Ray with you???

Gilda:
He won't answer his phoneeee

Norman:
Ray has a fever he's sick.

"Ray you need to take your medicine," I say as I hug him. "No," he says. "I'll go get you a glass of water," I sigh. "No," he says again, gripping onto me tighter. I pry him off of me and lay him down on the bed.

I walk downstairs and grab him a glass of water. I walk back upstairs. I grab the pills and place him on the bedside table. I place the water next to the pills and sit on the bed. I pull Ray back on my lap. He hides his face in my shoulder again.

"Ray take the pill," I tell him taking one out of the bottle. "No," he whines hiding his face back deeper into my shoulder. I grab his chin and pull his face in front to me. "Ray, babe, take the pill," I smirk at him, knowing he'll get flustered by the pet name. He turns red and looks away.

"N-No," he stutters. I sigh. "Ray, I'll force you to take it if you don't do it on your own," I tell him. He turns his head towards me. He shakes his head and huffs. I sigh and force his mouth open. I place the pill in his mouth and hand him the water. He takes a drink and swallows the pill.

"Good boy," I tease and pat his head. He turns red and looks away. I pull him closer to me. "S-stop, y-you're g-going to g-get s-sick too," Ray mutters and hides his face in my shoulder.

"So?" I look him in the eye, "I don't care if I get sick, as long as you get better,"

"I hate you," he mumbles quietly. "Yeah sure," I smirk and hold him tighter.

I kiss his cheek. "I thought we were only fake dating," he jokes. "We are, am I not aloud to kiss my fake boyfriend?" I tease him. He moves his face to the crook of my neck. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. "I don't really care..." he mutters. I kiss him on the cheek again.

"Now sleep," I tell him and hold him closely. I feel him nod and go still. I grab my phone and snap a picture. I send the photo to Anna and Gilda.

Norman:
*insert photo*
My poor baby is sick :(

Anna:
Nooo Rayyyy

Gilda:
:.((