Don't Fall In Love!

Chapter 68: Spell Awkward

Rachael's POV

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I woke up to see a bright red face, his hands pressing his mouth closed and he looks sick. "Rachael," He mumbled, struggling to open his mouth.

"What?" I asked worriedly, blinking my eyes and squinting to see much clearly.

He didn't respond, or he just couldn't. I pushed myself up to sit down, and when I places my hand to the right, I felt something gross. I looked at it immediately, cringing at the sight. "Garren, are you okay?"

"...'M sorry, didn't mean to-" He stopped, rushing out of the trunk then stumbled down to the ground, vomitting.

"Oh gosh," I shook my head, going down, rubbing his back. "Water?"

"Yes, yes please," He said between vomitting, "They're inside-" He let out a puke once more.

I rushed inside the car and took the water bottle inside his bag, then going back only to see his head dipped into his own vomit, his eyes half opened. "Garren, wake up," I said, shaking him, "Garren!" There was no response, he was between sleep and conciousness.

I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my neck, pushing him up. I almost slip and fell to the ground - because damn, he's heavy - but good thing I balanced myseld quickly. "Help me up darling." I said, as he pushed himself up, making it lighter for me to carry him. "Thanks-"

"Say it again,"

"What? Thanks?"

"No, the darling," He hiccuped, "Say darling,"

I rolled my eyes, "Darling- oh gosh," I distanced my head immediately when he leaned his on my neck, the part which he dipped into the pool of puke.

"It's so nice-" He hiccuped, "So nice to hear."

"I know," I sat him down to the trunk, while his arms were still tightly hanging on to my neck.

"Cuddles!" He cried happily as he pulled me into his chest.

I pushed myseld away from him, he glared. "I have to... um... clean up, you've got a little mess in your head..." I said, pointing on to his head

He cocked his head, touching his upper head, "Oh," He gagged, drawing his hand closer to smell, then scrunching his nose, "Gross," He giggled.

"Yeah so..." I smiled politely, "I gotta go and get some... stuff." I said, awkwardly walking away. I went inside the car, taking some dirty cloth and a clean one under the driver's seat.

"Control yourself, Rachael, you don't want to do something you'll regret, don't be so overwhelmed with your feelings." I said, sighing.

I walked around to the trunk, hearing Garren sing Torn with his lousy voice.

"I got you towel," I said, throwing the towel to him, but he didn't catch it, he just glared at it then looked at me like he was sad.

"You're not going to take care of me?"

"I am, I got you your towel-"

"You're gonna let me handle myself at this state?" Garren sighed dramatically, "If I was in your shoes I wouldn't be doing the same thing, I'd cuddle you, make breakfast for you and sing lullaby-"

"Alright, I get it." I kneeled down to the ground, taking the water bottle and pouring it to the ground and cover Garren's vomit with the dirty cloths. "I'll cuddle you after this."

"And clean me."

"And clean you of course," I smirked, "M'lady."

"Hurry up." He said, yawning.