That day, for once, Bill felt reluctant to leave his bed. He covered his face with the pillow, feeling really tired although he just woke up.
"Star! Shooting Star! What's happening to me, why do I feel so weak......" he half shouted, before feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him and regretting his actions.
He looked at Mabel tiredly as he saw her walking out of the bathroom, about to brush her teeth, toothbrush in her hand.
Mabel cocked her head and stared at Bill. Placing her toothbrush on the tabletop, she placed her hand on his forehead.
Bill pouted as he tried to look up.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
Mabel smiled, "Bill, you are having a fever. NO going out today."
"Fever?"
"Why is this happening to me? Why me?" he grabbed Mabel's arm as she turned her back to get her toothbrush.
Mabel could feel the warmness of his hands. She turned and looked at him, smiling.
"It's normal, you will recover soon, you just have to rest for about a day. So you stay here and sleep okay? Then you can get better,"
"But I just woke up! Why do I have to sleep again?" he whined, predicting he would be bored to stay at the same spot for a whole day.
Mabel stared at him, his pale face and pinkish lips.
"You look cute today."
She ruffled his hair as he furrowed his eyebrows, laughing.
"Star, can you stay with me here? Then I will fall asleep okayyy?" he pleaded.
Mabel nodded her head, smilling.
Without warning and with a hard yank, Bill pulled Mabel onto the bed and she landed on top of him with a soft thump.
"Whoa Bill!" she smirked.
"Stay..." he whispered.
Mabel could feel the heat radiating from his body at the position. She reached out her hand, stroking his head.
"Go to sleep Bill, I'm here," she cooed.
In just seconds, his eyelids gave way and he stumbled into sleep.
Mabel smiled at his innocence.
She went out of the room, and got a fever cool sticker ( you know those cold things, the sticky blue thing when you stick on your head to relieve the fever um ahahaha ) , brushing away his hair and pasting it on his forehead.
She smiled and walked away, preparing for the day ahead.
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"Shooting Star, you are backkkkkkk" he dragged his last word, as he looked up at Mabel who just reached home.
Bill was sitting in front of the TV, on the sofa, with a blanket draped over him and the fever sticker still on his forehead. And a black hoodie over him.
He waved and smiled cheerily.
Mabel sat next to him, feeling his arm.
"Has your fever gone down?" she asked, looking concerned.
"Yep!" He replied, sounding cheery.
Mabel guessed he must be feeling super energetic after his nap.
Without warning, Mabel pressed her lips on his. They kissed for a while, savouring the kiss.
She laughed at his initial shocked appearance. He bit his lip, feeling his face getting flushed. Mabel placed the hoodie over his head.
He stared at her, blinking.
"SO CUTE AHAHAHA!" Mabel grinned.
He placed his arm around her, with Mabel making herself comfortable.
"Shooting Star, in my eyes, there's only one girl, one girl."
He looked at her, lowering his voice to a low whisper, before leaning in closer.
"You."
His breath fanned her cheeks and Mabel got flustered, face getting redder.
He stared at her again, intently.
"LOOK YOU LOOK SO CUTE HAHAHA!" Bill laughed and pinched her cheeks as Mabel half-grinned-frowned, lips curling into a smile.
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"Go do your honework," she rolled her eyes.
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