Marty and I have been getting closer and closer over the months. We've been acting a little lovey dovey towards one another. We're not a couple, but sometimes the way we act it feels like we are. I like this side of Marty. It lets me know that he cares about me.
I ride my bike over to Marty's house. I park it near the garage and go up to the door and knock. I wait for someone to answer. When the door cracks open, I expect to see Marty. He always did beat his parents to the door when I come over. Instead of beautiful blue eyes and brown hair, I see his mother Lorraine. Oh no, I wonder what's wrong with Marty. He's always greeted me at the door. Why would now be any different? " Oh, hi lorraine. Is Marty around? Usually he's the one that answered the door when I come over." I ask, worried. Her soft warm smile starts to fade a little. "Um, yeah Marty's doing just fine sweetie. He's just got a little stomach bug." She says. "Oh, is it alright if I go in and see him?" I ask hopeful. "I don't know, it don't look like he wanted to be bothered." She says, debating on whether or not to let me in. "Please, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if he knew it was me." I plead. She sighs. "Alright, but only because you're like family to us." She smiles softly. I smile back. "Thank you." I say as she lets me pass by. I love that his parents see me like family. It's a good feeling to know. His mom loves me as if I was her own.
When I get to Marty's door, I pause before knocking. I take a deep breath and sigh. I give a quick small knock that only Marty would recognize. I hear a mumbled "come in" from inside of the room. I open the door and walk in, seeing Marty mostly hiding under the blanket. "Hey, what's up?" I ask softly. "My stomach." He answers. "Awe, I'm sorry." I climb onto the bed and sit next to him. I notice him pull his arms out from the blanket. He holds them there in want. I smile and give him the small hug he asked for. Marty releases me and I lie on the pillow next to him. "So how long have you felt like this?" I ask out of curiosity. "Since this morning." All I'm getting out of him is small short answers. I can't blame him. He obviously doesn't look like he feels good. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek just because. He smiles content as I slowly pull away. I feel him take my hand and rest it on top of his stomach. "Please?" He stares at me with that puppy dog look. I can't say no to that. Especially when he's not feeling good. I draw circles on his stomach and that seems like it's calming the ocean on the inside. "Is this making you feel any better?" I chuckle. "Surprisingly yes. I didn't think it would." He snickers. "You're silly, but I bet it does help." I stick my tongue out at him. He plays back and does the same thing as me. We could keep this up all day.
I spent the rest of the day taking care of Marty and his stomach ache. I eventually left him long enough to grab him a bowl of soup. He slowly ate it til it was gone. Soup's a light food to eat on a belly ache so he kept it down well. By the time the sun went down, he started to feel better. Not completely well, but better. I'm glad I could brighten his day. I kissed cheek as he laid unresponsive after finishing his chicken noodle soup. I took the bowl from him and set it aside. He was adorable asleep. I couldn't help but watch and smile. I love you Marty.
