My Sweet Cupcake- A Nightvale Fanfiction

Chapter 7

"Lock the doors before you leave." Carlos tossed the keys to Cecil.

"But, but I did it last time." He complained. "There might be...scaaaaryyy things in the dark!" He wiggled his fingers in front of Carlos's face. Carlos rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I don't care." He walked out. Cecil looked at the loudly setting sun. It was loud. So loud. Cecil locked the doors. Carlos was waiting for him in the car. 

"I have to feed Khoshekh when we get home." Cecil said to no one. The car ride home was silent until Carlos turned on the radio. A quiet song hummed through the car. Cecil kept looking over at the side of Carlos's face. His hair was soft and fluffy and the graying edges only made him look cuter. His glasses slid gently down his perfect nose. 

"Carlos, pull over." 

"What?" 

"Pull over, please?" Carlos gently pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped.

"What?" Carlos looked over at him.

"I can't--I can't get over your face. It's--" Cecil angrily rubbed his forehead. Carlos looked at him confusingly. "I know you don't like it when I say this, but your face is PERFECT!" Carlos looked worried. Cecil had his head in his hands and opened the window. Carlos leaned over to Cecil and picked his chin up.

"Are you alright? I've never seen you like this before." Cecil shook his head. Carlos took off Cecil's glasses and cleaned them with his shirt. "There." He gave Cecil back his glasses. The two were quiet for a few minutes. 

"We should get home." Cecil said, breaking the silence. Carlos turned the car back on. He leaned over and kissed Cecil before he continued driving. 

"Do you want to try and sleep when we get home?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah. Is there any chicken soup at home?" 

"Uh, I think so. I 'll check when we get back. Are you sure you're alright?" Carlos leaned over to touch Cecil's forehead. It was warm. "You know chicken soup doesn't do anything for you if you're sick. I'd like you to try out a new medicine I made."

Cecil chuckled weakly. "I don't want to die, Carlos. I don't think I should try it."

"Come on! Please?" Carlos batted his eyelashes and glanced sadly at Cecil. "You do look kind of sick." 

"Do I have to?" Cecil asked.

"You do now!" Carlos drove down the quiet road and approached the house. He turned the car and pulled into the driveway. Carlos pulled the keys out of the ignition and whistled as he walked out of the car. Cecil didn't move.

"Cecil? Are you okay?" Carlos opened the door for Cecil.

"Carlos, I don't feel so good..." Cecil groaned and held his stomach. He leaned over and, suddenly, threw up on Carlos's shoes.

"Cecil!" Carlos shouted.