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Ariella moves to a new school, dreading having to make new friends and the whole idea of leaving her old ones.
She bumps int...
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"Hey," I whisper, trying to wake him up. He doesn't so much as change his breathing- clearly deep in slumber.
It feels terrible to wake him up but it'd be worse if I just left with no word, just to come back with food.
I lean in closer to the bed, my hand reaching out to brush the hair away from his forehead and that's when he decides to stir and I jerk back.
I did not just do that without even second thinking it.
I'll pretend I didn't.
His eyes flutter open and he looks at me like he didn't expect me to be here. "Why'd you listen?"
Because seeing you like that panicked me.
Because I was worried about you.
Because I don't want to leave you. Ever.
"Shut up," I say softly, my voice lacking any bite. I reach over again- this time for a valid reason. To check his temperature.
My fingers brush his forehead. It's better than before. But still hot. He watches me while I do this with half-lidded eyes and I try not to focus on that.
I clear my throat pulling away as I begin to get up. "I'm going to get you something to eat."
He begins to shake his head, denying. "You don't have to get me anything, Lala."
"I want to," I say without hesitation, and it's only when I exited the room I fully comprehend what I just said.
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"Noah." I say sternly. "I swear, if you don't open your mouth right now-"
"I'm not fucking hungry." He groans.
And I thought I was a baby when I was sick.
When I came back with a sandwich and a bottle of water, Noah looked at it like it was something that did him wrong and insisted he wasn't hungry, he just needed rest.
Now I have to force feed him for his own good. And he still acts like this.
"Just a small bite," I try to convince, waving the sandwich a little.
He sighs, but takes it and bites into it like he doesn't want to.
I cross my arms, "This is how you're gonna act now?"
