There's a knock at the door, and I don't move from the couch.
I left the door open the last time I got up, so that I wouldn't have to move again.
"Door's open!" I yell, then cough.
He walks in, shutting the door behind him. A waft of his natural man-scents floods the air, and for the first time in the past three weeks, I take a deep breath.
"You smell clean," I say, rolling over to smash my face into my pillow.
He walks over to the couch, and stands at my feet. "You smell like sickness and cough medicine."
I chuckle.
"What did my guardian angel bring?" I ask.
"Well, I swung by the grocery store and grabbed a few things," he says, reaching his hand down to pull items out of a brown bag at his feet.
I pull my face out of my pillow, and sit up to face him. "Let's see."
"I got you Archie's Double Digest, some dairy-free cookie dough ice cream, fresh groceries, some movies, and a heated blanket," he says, draping the blanket over me.
If you're wondering why he brought groceries, my mom has been working her ass off to pay the bills since my dad is out of the picture, so she doesn't have time to do grocery runs anymore.
"You are a saint."
I give him a big hug, and smile.
"So," he starts, "since it's Friday, and homework is stupid and I'll help you with it later, let's watch a movie."
I smile at him, and he smiles back.
"Let's do it."
We rummage through his selection of movies, and I look for one that I want to watch.
"Hmm...I have a better idea," I say, grinning.
"What, you don't like my selection of movies? That hurts. It really-"
"No dummy. Your movies are fine. You picked some good ones, I just have a totally undeniably awesome idea that you can't refuse."
I get up, and start getting dressed. I was wearing shorts and a shirt, but my longer pants and sweatshirt were on the floor, next to the couch.
And before you say anything, no, I didn't take any clothes off. I just put the pants on over my shorts, so you can calm down.
"Give me your keys," I say.
"Way woah woah woah," he says, holding his keys far away from me.
"What?"
"Why can't we take your car?" he says skeptically.
"Because, J. I don't own a truck. And a truck is very important for this. Trust me," I say, snatching his keys and running out the door.
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Twelve Boyfriends
Roman pour AdolescentsA young girl named Maia never gets the guy. Her hot older sister, Chloe, has always been the one to have boys drooling over her like she was a precious gem. But when Maia starts growing into her good looks, she doesn't know how to handle all the boy...
