I'm at home and Keith is sick Lucas is here but yeah that's it
Keith Calls
Keith: wassup
Yn: hey, feeling any better?
Keith: feeling worse actually
Yn: well Ima stop by and cook for you since you're not feeling well
Keith: no it's okay I just need some rest I don't want you to get sick
Yn: I'll be okay Ima stop at the store and I'll be on my way okay?
Keith: iight *coughs* thank you
Keith's Place
Yn: heeeeeeeey *opens door bringing groceries in*
Keith: wassup lemmie help you
Yn: no I'm fine, how you feeling? *kisses him*
Keith: bad *kisses back*
Yn: it's cold in here *turns heat on & washes hands*
Keith: I really don't want you to get sick baby
Yn: it's okay I promise, why don't get in the shower, lay down and relax I bought some medicine
Keith: I guess
Yn: *burns in-scents and starts cooking soup*
30 Minutes Later
Keith: you can throw down can't you *comes in with a towel wrapped around his waist*
Yn: I guess I learned from the best
Keith: iight im going to lay down
Yn: okay I'll be in there in a sec *stirs pot*
About 20 Minutes Later
Yn: *puts vix on his neck and under his nose* there *grabs medicine* huh *reads side of the box*
Keith: lemmie open it for you
Yn: *hands him bottle*
Keith: *opens it* here
Yn: *pours some on the spoon* here
Keith: *swallows it*
Yn: turn over lemmie put some Vic's on your back
Keith: *turns over* you don't have to
Yn: *rubs it on your hands and starts massaging it on his back*
Keith: woah
Yn: *laughs* iight cmon so you can eat
Keith: wife material *laughs*
Yn: already know
Keith: feeling better already only thing I'm missing is some top or something
Yn: excuse me? you've been knowing me for two weeks & you need some what? *gathers your stuff*
Keith: c'mon don't be like that;
Yn: knew it was too good to be true *leaves*