Zanelyn/Zatelyn | A MyStreet Fanfic

Chapter 41: Sick Again

     Katelyn woke up with a terrible, terrible headache. She immediately knew what it meant.

     She had a head cold. Again. And everyone was at work except her.

     Aphmau had left a sweet note, saying, 'Take it easy! Drink soup! Hope you feel better soon!"

     It was nice, but it didn't help. As Katelyn zombie-walked downstairs, she discovered three terrible, terrible things that sucked. First, there was no aspirin. Or medicine. So Katelyn could say good bye to comfort.

     The second thing Katelyn discovered by trying to open the cabinets. Flour was still stuck in the crevices of EVERYTHING... So while the kitchen looked clean... it wasn't.

     Third, and possibly the worst of all... Katelyn discovered that not only had Zane and Aaron stolen their OWN cupcakes, nearly EVERY other one was missing as well. Including Kawaii-chan's.

     There was one cupcake left - the one Zane and Katelyn had done together. However, Zane had used his fingers to draw 'Hi' in the frosting. Gross.

     "Urgh," moaned Katelyn, halfheartedly filling a glass of water. She spilled some in the process. "I'm so siiiick... Urgh"

     For nearly and hour Katelyn just sat and moaned in her room, sick. Eventually she started feeling even worse, and decided to try and find someone to help her. She grabbed the keys with heavy fingers and shoved them into her jacket pocket.

     She walked down the street with a headache, knocking on people's doors. She had terrible luck - everyone seemed to be at work. Even Zane, who she didn't know HAD work. She finally managed to find someone.

     "Aaron, please, I'm sick," Katelyn muttered as she banged on Aaron's door, even though he'd gone, "I'm COMING!!" close to six times already.

     "Wow, you're REALLY sick," Aaron noted, letting her inside. He felt her forehead, and added, "Did you not take medicine? Do you not HAVE medicine?"

     "Nope," Katelyn said, searching for a couch to collapse onto. She found one... it was just... occupied. By Zane. Who, upon seeing Katelyn, jumped up and backed away slowly.

     "Katelyn!" Zane yelped, pulling up his mask frantically. He backed away slightly, holdimg his hands out. "Katelyn, Katelyn... You know I like you... But... SERIOUSLY! DON'T TOUCH ME RIGHT NOW! I REFUSE TO BE SICK! STAY RIGHT THERE!"

     "Get me soup," Katelyn moaned, flopping onto the couch. "And medicine! Please..."

     "Just... stay away from me, sick Katelyn," yelped Zane, edging away. "I REALLY don't want to be sick today..."

     Aaron pulled Zane aside, and handed him medicine Katelyn could use.

     "You have to make the soup, though," Aaron said, folding his arms. "I have... STUFF to do... I'll be in my room. Doing. Stuff."

     "Alright," Zane said, already looking for where Aaron kept the pots. "Don't underestimate how well I cook... Honestly though. I hope it turns out well... Katelyn's REALLY sick... "

     "Yeah," Aaron agreed, edging toward the stairs to his room. "I'll be... Uh... Doing STUFF. Like... So... Don't come in."

     "We ALL know that pony shows are addicting," Zane snorted, giving Aaron a smirk. "What with you being friends with me and DATING Aphmau... Who lives with Kawaii-chan... I predicted this a LONG, LONG ago..."

     "No," protested Aaron, relatively calmly. He was much better at hiding things than Zane was. He was still a bit red, which said SOMETHING... "Besides... When did you become a psychic? We have yet to see you deliver on your so-called 'evil...'"