Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Five

Race: work is slow today

Spot: well find something to occupy yourself with

Race: that's what I'm doing

Spot: no you aren't because it's hectic over here

Spot: goodbye

Race: ugh, but it's so boring over here

Race: entertain me, asshole

In all truth, Spot us off work today. Race didn't know this nor did Spot plan on telling him anytime soon. So as Race suffered of boredom, Spot was sitting at home all wrapped up in a blanket on his couch. He had gotten a really bad cold and had called in sick.

Spot could not ignore his phone and ended up having to turn it on silent to actually pay attention to the movie he was watching. His head was pounding and he could barely stop coughing to just blow his nose. He eventually fell asleep on his couch only to be woken up by a rampage of knocks at his door.

He groans, "Coming!" He rolls off the couch with his blanket still wrapped around him and unlocks the door. He glares at Race, "What do you want?" "You haven't been replying to my texts, I was worried," he explains as Spot covered a cough. "You were too annoying so I turned my phone on silent," Spot's voice sounded lower from his stuffy nose.

Race takes a once over on Spot and asks, "Are you feeling alright there, Spot?" Spot raises an eyebrow, "Does it look like it? I'm sick; go away." Race stuffs his foot between the door and its frame to stop it from closing, "Did you even go to work today?" With another cough, Spot shakes his head. "Then you could've at least humored me!" "Can you not yell," Spot rubs his temples at the sudden ache from Race's raised voice.

Race sighs and helps Spot onto the couch after shutting the door. "What're you doing?" Race pushes Spot down onto the couch, "Playing nurse." "Then make me something to eat," Spot grumbled. If Race was here he might as well take advantage of his cooking. Race was an amazing cook; everyone in their friend group agreed it was his Italian blood that helped.

Race happily left the room to make his ill friend some food as Spot crawls over to his movie cabinet to find something else to watch. For some reason his hand found Aladdin first and he rolled with it, shoving it into the DVD player. He skips through the previews and presses play. His eyelids grew heavy and, within the first ten minutes, was out like a light.

As soon as the food was done, Race brought him and Spot a bowl into the livingroom only to see his friend asleep with Aladdin and Jasmine flying on a magic carpet. He contemplated waking him up, but thought against it as he sees how peaceful the boy looks. Race put the food in the microwave for later and sat on the other end of the couch. He turned the volume down as to not wake the poor boy up and finished the movie.

When Spot wakes up, he sits up and looks directly at Race. He then sneezes and doesn't cover his mouth. "Gross, dude! If I get sick, it's on your head." Spot just smirks and chuckles at his friends reaction and asks for that food he wanted earlier.