I am Veronica (bwwm)

I'll take care of you pt. 2 (9)

Chapter nine: I'll take care of you pt.2

Seriously where was she? Why was it only Lea and Chris?

It's none of my business...

I thought to myself even though I was itching to know. Chris and I got out of the car and walked up to his front door. I turned to him. "You do have a house key right...?"

Chris looked at me blankly. "No." My eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "I'm just joking." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from snapping at him. He put his hand into the potted plant beside the door. He moved the leaves around before he pulled out a small brass key. He unlocked the door and walked in, I followed after him.

When we were inside, I pointed to the stairs. "Go upstairs. I'll make you something to eat."

"Yes ma'am."

I rolled my eyes at him and found my way into the kitchen. I found some canned soup in cupboards and put a bowl of it in the microwave. Now that I was alone, I had some time to figure my thoughts out. The first, and most important of all being:

Why did I offer to do this?

We weren't close friends. Hell, we wern't even friends. I had no obligation to do this. When I got sick no one did this for me. I usually just toughed it out until the end of the day unless I was going to throw up or have a fever. And if it was bad, I would just call my mom, not sit there and infect the rest of the school.

After a few more minutes of thinking, I deducted that it must have been because I had an impulsive urge to be charitable at that particular moment.

The microwave beeped loudly, startling me out of my thoughts. I took the soup out and carefully sat it on the counter. I looked through the cabinets and found some crakers and a napkin. I put the napkin and crackers under my arm. I picked up the bowl and carried it up the stairs. I bumped Chris's door with my hip to open it. "Chris?" I was answered by the sound soft snoring. I set the soup on his desk and quietly made my way over to his bed.

"Chris?" I said softly. He looked peaceful. His mouth was slack and his hair was covering his face. It was kind of...cute. Before I fully realized what was happening, I brushed his blond hair out of his face.

Was it creepy that I was touching his hair while he was sleeping? Definitely. He moved slightly. I froze. Was he awake? He settled back after a couple seconds. I let out a small sigh of relief and continued smoothing. His hair was a little sweaty but it was still soft. I vaguely registered that my reaction had been a bit odd. It was like I was doing something wrong. I wasn't committing a crime of any type except for being a little creepy.

Chris suddenly grabbed my hand. I started to move it away but he muttered something so low I almost didn't catch it. "No, leave it there. It feels nice." I almost thought I hadn't heard it. For some reason that made my heart catch in my throat.

"How long have you been awake, Chris?" I whispered back.

He opened his eyes. His blue eyes flashed in the dark room. He gave me a sleepy grin. "Long enough to know you like my hair." I rolled my eyes and went over to his desk to get his soup and crackers.

"Sit up."

"Yes ma'am." I rolled my eyes again as I sat the soup on his lap and passed him the crackers. I watched him eat for a few moments before I spoke.

"Feeling better?" Soup dripped down his chin. I grabbed the napkin and swiped under his chin impulsively. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and I felt familiar tingles shoot up my wrist.

"Not yet, but I'm sure you'll make me all better." The way he said it sent a shiver down my back. And it didn't have anything to do with the temperature of the room. He loosened his grasp and I put my hand to the side of his neck. I tried to ignore the feeling I got when I touched him and I sat down, hearing the creak of the mattress as I sagged into the bed.