❝ it's affection always, you're gonna see it someday. my attention for you, even if it's not what you need❞
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a cheerleader and a football who have hated each other for years, get less annoyed of each other
started. 11.25.23
ended.
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DYLAN KNOCKED ON THE BROWN door, a pot and containers in his hands while he carried a white plastic bag and then his football bookbag on his back. he rocked on his heels waiting for the door to open, wishing he had a key to enter his girlfriend's house.
the door opened, and dylan looked down to see a short girl standing in the doorway. he recognized her as addy, aka his literal best friend.
"hi dylan, come inside." addy said as she opened the door wider, letting dylan inside. "hi addy. how are you?" dylan asked.
"good. do you need help?" addy asked. "no it's fine." dylan said, even though help would've been amazing with all the stuff he was carrying.
dylan placed all the stuff in his arms on the kitchen table, seeing how it was spotless per usual. "is that food?" addy said, hungry since blair wasn't cooking.
"yeah, do you want me to serve some for you?" dylan asked. "no i got it. thank you." she said, going to get a plate.
"are you sure?" dylan spoke again. "i'm nine years old, i'm sure." addy said looking at him in the same disapproving look blair gives him.
dylan nodded, going towards the staircase. "be careful. she's really sick."
"don't worry, i'll be extra careful." dylan said. he walked up the stairs, walking down the short hallway to blair's bedroom.
he slowly opened the door, hearing bratz on the tv. "are you seriously watch bratz?" dylan said as he walked in.
"it's my childhood favorite, i'm sick and i need the comfort." blair said.
"okay okay, i'm sorry."
dylan walked over, taking the chair from blair's vanity and moving it next to her bed. blair turned to face him, pausing the movie.
"you still look beautiful when you're sick." dylan said, running his hands through her hair. "well i don't feel it." blair gave him a weak smile.
dylan felt her forehead, feeling the heat on it. "okay my mom got you some medicine, and i also have some soup." he said taking the stuff out of the white bag.
"let's eat first okay? it's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach." dylan said, and blair nodded.
"you know you can't be here, you have school." blair said. "it's okay, i'll be your personal caretaker." dylan said.
"dylan you can't—" blair started. dylan cut her off, putting a spoonful of soup into her mouth. "you sound like my mom, just tell me how caring i am and not lecture me." dylan said.
"my mom knows i'm here, she said i can be here for four days to take care of you and addy." dylan said. "gosh dyl i can't ask you to do all of that." blair said.
"you didn't. i offered." dylan said. "can i decline the offer?" blair said. "no." dylan said, feeding blair more soup.
"is it good?" dylan asked. blair nodded, smiling a bit.
he continued to feed her while they talked a bit, blair feeling too weak to talk for a while. after blair was full, dylan gave her some of the medicine which blair hated.
"don't ever give me that again." blair said. "i'm trying to help you not be sick." dylan said.
"but its disgustingg." blair whined, flipping the covers over her head. "get out." she said.
"what?"
"out!"
dylan hesitantly got up from the chair, leaving the soup in the room as he left it. "what is up with the sudden mood swings." he said confused.
"she's on her period." addy said as she watched tv. "she's been complaining about it all day."
"so she's sick and on her period?" dylan said. "yeah."
dylan took a deep breath, "dylan you can not back down now. thug it out." he said to himself.
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"so now that football is over, you're slacking off?" ryan said, on the phone with dylan. "no dude, i'll just be out of school for a few days." dylan said.
"blair is making you such a softie, you kicked me because i made a joke." ryan said. "it wasn't a good joke." dylan said.
"you are a hater, or maybe..you're sensitive." ryan said. "hey, i'm not sensitive. you don't know what you're talking about, maybe you're an idiot." dylan said.
"are you arguing with me right now?" ryan said. "i don't know, am i?" dylan sassed back.
"you can figure that out for yourself." he spoke again after ryan said nothing. dylan hung up the call, placing his phone on blair's side table.
"who was that?" she asked, high school musical three playing in the back. "ryan. i told him i won't be in school because i'm taking care of you." dylan said.
"i'm guessing he was mad." blair said. "very." dylan sighed.
"you don't have to take care of me. i'm feeling better already." blair said. "there's sweat on your forehead, you're not helping your case." dylan said.
"bully." blair said, turning around in the bed so her back was towards dylan. "now you're mad at me too. great."
blair just hummed, wrapping the blankets tighter around her. "okay move over."
dylan moved blair over in her bed easily, laying down next to her while picking up the blanket.
"what are you doing! did you not hear the part where i'm sick, fever? hello?" blair said, moving away from dylan.
"you need some comfort, it's okay." dylan said as he pulled her towards him.
"no! i'm sick!" blair said. "okay so?" dylan said. "you can get sick, are you stupid?"
"okay. i'd rather be sick and you be well. that way you're not in that much pain." dylan said.
blair looked at him confused, "something is seriously wrong with you dyl, you're crazy!"
"crazy in loveee." dylan teased, wrapping his arms around blair.
"oh my gosh, get off me."
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