It Started With Pub Golf - Chip

Chapter 8: Grilled Cheese

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--Ella's Pov--

This is what hell is like. A cold on Christmas...is just cruel. My tissues have run out hours ago and my bottle of meds is half empty, "You're going to get sick," I whisper yell at Chip as he tries to touch my forehead.

"I'll run to the store and get you stuff," he says grabbing his keys he just placed down.

"I don't want to get you sick. We can just hang out some other time," I tell him for the hundredth time. He turns around and glares at me before walking out of the apartment. I use this time to take a hot shower feeling all the grossness slide off me. When I get out and change I put on sweatpants and a t-shirt not caring how I look. I check the time and see it's around the time I should take more medicine. It spooks me when I hear my door open, "Did you run there?" I ask seeing him walk in with fresh snow in his hair.

"It's right down the street and I've been gone for half an hour," he says putting the bag of goodies on the table. He places three boxes of tissues on the table before pausing for dramatic effect. He pulls out a can of tomato soup and ingredients to make grilled cheese. My eyes widen as he grabs a pan from the cabinet.

"How did you remember that's my sick food?" I ask making myself another cup of tea. He shrugs his shoulders and I can't help but admire him as he gets to work, "You seriously don't have to do this. I'm fully capable of making my own food," I tell him. I take a sip of my tea and almost pass out from how good it makes my throat feel. I take a box of tissues off the table and put them next to my bed for later. I never appreciate breathing until I can't.

"I got you a present," I tell him feeling stupid about the gift. He's doing all this and I got him a gag gift. I place the medium-sized box on the counter and he looks at it for a second before going back to cooking.

"Have you talked to Kelsey?" He asks flipping the grilled cheese.

"Yeah I wished her a merry Christmas before she opened presents with her family," I tell him.

"I'm surprised you stayed here alone. Don't you hate being alone at night?" He asks as I embarrassingly nod my head.

"Every creak of the floorboard makes me wonder if I'm about to die. But that's normal. I only double-check the locks every hour 'cause I forget," I tell him making his shoulders bounce as he laughs. I feel an odd sense of pride from the small gesture.

"How are you and Chris?" He asks with a hint of something in his voice I can't put my finger on. My silence makes him turn around to look at me.

"You know we are just friends right? Like no romance whatsoever," I ask. He nods his head but I can tell this is new knowledge to him, "He's fun to be around. I just don't think Lord of the Rings is my thing," I tell him with a smile.

"He's a weird little guy," he says with a smile.

"How's Cassidy? Did you guys celebrate last night?" I ask.

"It's not like we are that serious. We went out to dinner on the 23rd but other than that...we agreed to keep it casual," he says shocking me. He slides a plate in front of me that has a small bowl of soup inside of it, "Eat up". I nod my head and take a small bite, a little nervous it's going to taste like garbage.

"Have you been chefing it up at home?" I ask taking another bite. He thanks me for the weird compliment before taking the gift in his hands. He shakes it a little before ripping the tape off. His smile reaches his eyes as he takes it out of the box.