A Romantic's Guide To Tears And Chocolate

In Sickness and In Health

Being sick sucks.

I've been holed up in my room all day doing nothing but sleep, watch Netflix, and puke my guts out. While spending the day in bed and watching TV sounds fun in theory, it gets boring real fast. It's especially bad when your stomach feels like a sumo wrestler sat on it and your head is pounding as if it's being beaten with a hammer. I was absolutely miserable to say the least.

My mom let me stay home from school and offered to take off work to take care of me, but I assured her I would be fine. Her job was much more important than whatever illness had decided to consume me today. She finally gave in and agreed to go to work reluctantly, but I didn't realize how lonely I would be. I'd texted my boyfriend Alex a few times but he was at school so we couldn't talk much.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon now and I'd spent the last few hours watching episodes of Ghost Whisperer. Although this was one of my favorite shows, it was starting to become extremely boring and I was desperate for something to occupy me. My wish must've been granted because not even a few moments later there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I rasped, my throat punishing me for daring to open my mouth in this state. My door slowly opened and Alex peeked into my room. He smiled softly at me and I tried my best to return it, but it probably looked more like I was constipated.

"Hey princess," he greeted quietly.

"Hi," I croaked, my voice sounding ten octaves lower than normal. He sent me an amused glance and moved further into the room. "How'd you get in?"

"I used the key under your doormat. I wanted to come and make sure you were okay," he explained and I nodded in response. Some might be uncomfortable with their boyfriend just coming into their house uninvited but he practically lives here anyway. "How're you feeling?"

"Like shit," I replied bluntly, a coughing fit following as if to prove my point. Alex smiled sadly at me and came to sit next to me on my bed. I quickly scooted away from him and put my hands up to block him from coming closer. "I don't want to get you sick!" Ignoring my warning, he grinned and leaned down to kiss me.

"I don't care," he murmured against my lips. I sighed in frustration but gave him a quick peck anyway.

"Fine, but if you get sick because of me I'm not taking the blame." He grinned cheekily at me and nods.

"Fine by me." He pecked my lips again before getting up from the bed. "How 'bout I make you some of my delicious chicken noodle soup?"

I giggled quietly, but it sounded more like a groan of pain. "What are you talking about? You can't cook for shit." He made a face of mock offense and wiped away fake tears.

"Why are you so mean to me?" he pouted, jutting out his bottom lip as he crossed his arms, looking a lot like a little kid.

"Aw, my poor wittle baby," I cooed, causing his face to scrunch in disgust.

"I'm not a baby! I'm a man!" he protested, puffing out his chest.

"But you're my baby," I countered with a grin. His pout turned into a smirk as he hit my arm playfully.

"That was incredibly cheesey," he responded, but a smile is still plastered to his face.

"Speaking of cheese, how about instead of soup we just order a pizza?" Alex frowned at my suggestion, shaking his head in disagreement.

"That's a bad idea, princess. Pizza isn't good for someone in your condition, it could just make you throw up even more." I whined in annoyance and scowled at him.

"Alex, I've spent all day in bed doing nothing, too weak to get something to eat. I'm hungry, my head is killing me, and to top it off, I'm on my period! I need a damn pizza!" I argued, causing his eyes to widen dramatically.