Typical

Chapter 17

Brooklyn POV

So mom took me to the hospital to take my cast off then I got a text from Violet on my way home.

Violet💜= hey I am coming over for a night with my boo.

Brooklyn💙= okay see you.

Violet arrived and we went to my room.

"So Ryan asked me on a date tomorrow. He said it was really special and I should wear something fancy. Can you help me decide which dress I should wear?" Violet asked.

"The purple one is perfect." I said pointing at the purple dress it was a really short dress with no sleeves and a flower belt on it.

"Ya I also loved it" She said putting her phone down as she showed me the dresses on her phone.

"Wanna have a marathon of teen wolf?" I asked.

"Hell yeah." she said and made some popcorn then I found my self drifting to sleep after 4 episodes.

I woke up to Violet panicking.

"What do I do now?" She says while running her hand through her hair.

I rubbed my eyes and woke up "What's wrong?" I asked she looked at me it's like she had an idea.

"B can you do me the biggest favour ever." She said.

I raised an eyebrow at her "As long as it's possible then yeah."

"Okay so I have a date with Ryan in 10 minutes and mom just called me and said that Liam is sick and she won't be at home and she ne-"

I cut her off "Wait wait Liam is sick why didn't you tell me I am going I will do the favour later" I said while walking to my closet and changing my clothes and brushing my teeth.

I went rushing back to my room to get my phone and saw her smirking on the door "What are you smirking at?" I asked still worried about Liam.

"The favour is if you can take care of Liam but I see you're doing it without me asking." I ignored her smirk and grabbed my keys.

I went rushing to Violet's house I don't know why I am so worried about this.

I arrived at their house and Violet gave me her keys before I went I opened the door.

And went to Liam's room I found him asleep on the bed I went to him and placed my hand on his forehead.

Oh my he has a high fever. I covered him with the blanket and went downstairs I made some soup and some wet towels to put on his head.

I went upstairs and started putting some wet towels on his head he started opening his eyes.

"Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" he asked his voice cracking cause his throat must hurt.

"Taking care of you." I said in a worried voice.

He had a smile on his face and I smiled back I replaced the towel with another one.

"Can you sit up." I told him he did as told "Take off your shirt."

"I knew you've always wanted to see the hotness underneath it." he said I rolled my eyes.

"Just take it off." I said he took it off and I started putting the towel on his neck and back I heard it makes the fever less.

I went to the thermometer and found that his fever became less but he still had the fever.