His Lucky Shot

Fevers

°Ivy 🌿

I got like two hours of sleep but that's ok, it's literally noon right now. I want Dante

I'd honestly be mad at him too if he showed up with a hickey. Don't question it.

After getting ready for the day which will not be productive in any way I wore shorts and a tight top.

Now to go to that angry bird bitch.

I walk into the penthouse to find Indi in the kitchen, eating strawberries.

"Your boy is sick." She says, a strawberry in mouth.

"Whats wrong with him?" I ask, stealing one.

"Fever." She shrugs nonchalantly.
"Anyways, I'll be spending his money in the meantime, bye sweet cheeks." She says, jumping off her chair.

I go to his room.

He looks so fucking cutee!

I close the door quietly, not wanting to wake him up.

He's wearing a grey hoodie now, hugging a pillow. He did it to himself.

I go sit on his bed and play with his hair a little.

"Ivy?" He whines softly.

I hum quietly in response and he reaches one arm out, draping it over my legs.

He opens his eyes light up.

I give him a small smile in return and his gaze turns into a sad one.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles quietly.

I nod, "It's ok."

I would've reacted the same.

"I got jealous, and I did some dumb shit, I'm sorry ma." He admits quietly.

"It's ok man, don't stress yourself too much about it." I reassure him and he nods hesitantly.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds and quietly speaks again.

"You're very pretty." He looks at me with puppy eyes.

"Thank you, you're very pretty too." I answer back and he breaks into a goofy smile, his eyes droopy and red.

"Ivyy!" He whines once again, immediately sneezing afterwards.

I raise a brow at him.

"I don't like it." He complains with a small pout.

"You don't like what?" I ask, now playing with the ring on his index finger.

"I want to hold you but I don't want to get you sick, I don't like that." He sniffles quietly.

Throw me against a bridge.

I move closer to him.

"Noo, don't come closer, you'll get si-" sneeze* He complains.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes eyes, now flush against him, my leg over his torso.

His arms wrap around me on instinct.

I play with his hair until I can feel him slightly drift off to sleep.

"Ivy..." He mumbles sleepily and I hum softly in response.

"I really like you," he mumbles, falling asleep.

Pinch me.

*****

What the fuck is this question paper?

Mathematics will forever be a weapon formed against me.

On the bright side! I got a 98 for the Life science test, twinning with Dante.