Housemates

"I am not even that sick"

Aaron

I woke up this morning with my head pounding. I couldn't move or even get out of bed. It feels almost as if I was hungover but that would be impossible because I haven't drank anything in months.

After struggling for ten minutes I finally made it to the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth but I didn't have energy to take a shower.

I slapped my face a couple of times to wake me up- did not work.

I went downstairs for breakfast greeting my mom who's baking in the kitchen.

"Good morning," Aria greeted me sitting on the counter eating a bowl of cereal.

She gave me a warming smile that she always gives whenever she's happy to see me.

I gave her a weak smile back because I don't think I can feel my face anymore.

"Why are we baking in the morning?" I asked my mom in third person because it's a very good question.

"Arianne is having a bake sale today," she answered taking out the first batch of cupcakes and placing them on the counter.

"You didn't tell him?" She refers this question to Aria.

"I did, he's just dumb." Aria tells my mom.

I glared at them both not trying to hide my offended expression one bit. I might feel like I'm dying but I am not dumb.

"You're dumb," I retorted back at Aria.

She giggled taking another bite from her cereal.

"Why aren't you dressed?" Aria asked.

I shrugged because I actually forgot about that part.

I walked over to one of the chairs next to the counter and sat on it like a sane person would do unlike Aria.

"It's more comfortable on here," Aria blurted out like she heard what I was thinking.

I shrugged rubbing my head trying to ease the pain.

"Alright the last batch is baking, it needs like ten minutes and then take it out I'm going to take a shower," mom said to Aria.

Aria nods.

As mom walked past me she stopped for a second to look at me.

She knows.

She feels my forehead before sighing. "You're not going,"

I gasp in disbelief acting like I actually want to go to school. "What! No i want to go!"

"What's happening here?" Aria chimes in.

"He's burning," she pointed at me. "Go back to your room mister," she scolded me.

Aria puts her bowl down and crawls over in front of me.

"Damn you're hot" she said after placing her hand on my forehead.

I raised an eyebrow and she slapped my arm not letting me even begin to tease.

Mom walked out of the room leaving me and Aria alone.

I take a step closer to her attempting to pull her in for a hug.

"Get the fuck away from me," she hissed.

Aria scoots away from me continuing her meal. "I am not mentally prepared to get sick."

I cross my arms. "And I am?" I asked more of a rhetorical question.