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sick day || dylan

aye sorry ive been so inactive, summers been busy and i just started training for cross country team, and will soon be starting school:( sorry if you dont see me much! i may be too tired sometimes to come up w anything on my own so hmu in the comments or in the requests chapter!

thanks guys<3

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you started the day sneezing. not just the normal sneeze you get and you shake it off and youre fine.

no, the sneeze where you get that ichy feeling deep inside your nose; you try everything to make yourself sneeze or get whatever is in your nose out, but nothing works. then, as the ichy-ness grows you become sensitive to light, even dim. and then you come up with the smart idea that maybe looking at the light will make you sneeze; soon you end up just about burning your eyes.

finally you get that dizzy, exhausting feeling. shortly after the pressure builds up in your head more and more and youre sure youre about to explode, you sneeze, getting dizzy all over again.

the rest of the day goes like this. you try different methods, even exotic teas, but nothing works. youre just sick.

you decide to pick up my phone and call the only human-being that comes to mind;

dylan.

he responds immediately, like always. you tell him whats up and that you'd really like him over. he answers yes right away and says he'll get there as quick as he can.

then you wait.

he walks in on you diving into a tub of chocolate walnut ice cream, with a metal spoon found who knows where.

"hey babe, how ya doin'?" he asks, using his already sweet voice. he kisses your cheek and smiles at you.

"sick." you say bluntly, and he just laughs.

he slowly grabs the tub of ice cream and pulls it away from you.

"i think youve had enough." he says, looking down at the half eaten tub in his hands.

you give up and put your spoon on the counter.

you watch as he begins to make food; youre favorite, boxed pasta.

you love how he can just walk in and he feels fine doing whatever he wants around your house. he just begins to take out the pots and the water and the boxed pasta he knows is under the sink. he just knows.

and you love it.

soon enough you have a fresh, steaming bowl of buttery pasta in front of you. you smile at the thought he remembered that you like extra butter and salt.

"thanks hun." you smile at him, as he sits down next to you.

"anything for you, especially when youre sick." he raises his eyebrows, laughing.

you giggle.

you take a bite and savor the flavor.

"good?" he asks.

"good."

after you finish the meal, and a sneezing attack, you stop eating and wait for dylan to finish. hes a slow eater alright.

"ya know, i could do better." you look over and smirk at dylan, laughing at his slowly opening mouth.

"what'd you just say?" he said through a mouth full of pasta, you held your laugh.

"i could do better."

you just see him swallow before you get rammed in the side and tossed in the air. you yelp out and laugh as you get thrown on the couch beside you. you hear his giggles and he plops himself on top of you. you squirm to your side and he plays with your hair. you turn on a movie, but dont care to look at which one.

after dylan kissing you, you turn to the movie. it was one of those sappy old films where the couple falls in love, then gets into a fight, and somehow gets back together again.

during the fight scene, you feel the weight on your side get larger. you turn your head to see dylan fast asleep. his eyes are gently closed, arms draped loosely around you, and his mouth slightly open.

you smile, youre already feeling better.