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saturday, june 21st lo: home
i woke up in my bed still having a headache and on top of that my nose stopped up and my throat was itchy.
great, i'm sick.
i reach over to grab my phone before facetiming sean, "wassup sis?," he answers in the car driving. "why you answer when you driving?," i ask sniffling, "you sound sick," he says scrunching his face.
"cause i am, dickhead bring me some medicine," i tell him grabbing a tissue off the side of my dresser. "nah shorty, ian finna be sick wit you," he says before hanging up, fucking weirdo.
i try to call tasia but the phone declines meaning she's at work, i contemplate on calling benji. i mean we kickin it but ion know if we been kickin it enough to the point where he see me like this.
"fuck it," i roll out of bed feeling myself get dizzy and the pain shoot through my body to my stomach, and i groan hurling over. "shit," i groan getting to the bathroom, i shut the door and make my way to the toilet.
i sit for about 30 minutes letting everything out before having the strength to get up and get in the shower.
"please sean, i'm dying," i whine laying back in my bed, "why yo nigga can't bring it to you?," he asks now at home. "cause that ain't my nigga nd ion want him to see me like this," i whine kicking my feet.
"he gone have to see you like that, you get sick every month damn near," he says and i hang up. "mmcht," i smack my teeth laying on my side with tears brimming in my eyes.
i hear my door open making me pop up instantly, "i told her ass stop leavin ha damn door unlocked," i recognize benji's voice and i groan getting under the covers.
my door opens before i feel a presence in front of me, "i know damn well you ain't still sleep," i hear him. "no but im sick it's cold and i don't want you to see me like this," my nose is red, my eyes are puffy, and my acne is acting up.
"its iight," i feel him pulling the covers back making me pout, "aww," he says making me smack my teeth and pull the covers back up. "see you trynna be funny and im in pain," i say turning over.
"im sorry ma, what you need?," he asks pulling the covers back down and kissing my forehead. "youon gotta get me nothin, imma get it later," i tell him, "nah it's cool, just tell me what you need," he says putting his hand on my forehead.
"i need some tylenol and a heating pad, with some apple juice and chic-fil-a," i add the last part in since i was hungry. "ard, gimme like 20," he says and i nod laying my head back down.
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"hmm," i peek my head from under the covers, and see 3 different bags. 2 walmart ones and a chic-fil-a bag, "thank you baby," i tell him looking inside the walmart bag for the tylenol before opening it and popping 2 in my mouth then using the apple juice to wash it down.
