Chicken pox part 2

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 Friday cocked her head to the side.

"Ian" She asked.

"Hey" Ian smiled walking into her room his hands stuffed into his pockets. 

"What are you doing here, aren't you afraid of getting sick" she said, gesturing for him to siton te bed.

"No I caught it when I was a baby... anyway Mel was upset that she couldn't talk to you so she asked me to give you this" he said pulling a crumpled note out of his pocket and handing it to her. She opened it up expecting to see a long adaptation of how much Melanie missed her. but instead it contained only two sentences.


Ian's in your room.


Your welcome :)     


Friday turned pink, and avoided making eye contact with Ian.

"What" He laughed. Friday said nothing but handed him the note. He looked at and rolled his eyes. 

"If she put this much effort into her school work she wouldn't need your help in Humanities" Ian stuttered, falling back on her bed. Friday would of laughed but she felt funny her head started to spin. 

Just then Ian heard a bang. Friday had fainted on her desk and smashed her head into frame.

"Friday" He said jumping up and shaking her by the shoulders. Ian lifted her up and felt her forehead, it was boiling; like he was holding his hand against a kettle. He's "MOTHER" instincts kicked in. He carefully picked her up draping her arms around his shoulders. As Ian put her in her bed he drew her hair away from her face and smiled.

A/N Let me know if you want part 3.

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