Being in the hospital was boring as fuck. I couldn't move and had to stay there for at least two weeks. I just tried to sleep my life away.
One day, it was the third day in the hospital I think, I heard the door open. I was half awake, but didn't bother to open my eyes to see who it was.
It was probably just a nurse checking on me.
I heard quiet footsteps making their way over to my bed. Someone moved the chair next to my bed and cussed as it made a loud sound.
My curiosity got the best of me and I looked up to see who it was.
There he was standing, watching over me in all his beauty and perfection. Chris.
He looked down at me and his eyes widened a bit.
"Did I wake you?" He whispered.
I shook my head lightly and felt tears well up in my eyes.
"Fuck...what's wrong Rick?" He took a seat and quickly wiped my eyes.
"Y-you care about me." I sniffled.
"Of course I do."
"But y-you were an asshole t-to me..."
He looked down and gripped onto my hand.
"Ricky...I-" He sighed and looked into my eyes. "My feelings for you are so- confusing. I have never felt this way. Never. I was an asshole to you, because I wanted to supress all of my feelings. But that's stupid."
I nodded a bit. It really was stupid.
"Please forgive me Ricky. I want to be friends with you again."
I nodded again. But just friends?
"Hey Chris?"
"Hm?"
"Did you give me the rose?"
He nodded.
"It's really beautiful."
"Like you."
A blush rose to my cheeks and I smiled. How could he be so sweet to me all of a sudden after days of being a total jackass? I swear, whoever said girls are moody and complicated has never known boys like Chris.
We talked about random things for a couple hours. Chris made me compliments here and there and never failed to make me blush and smile. The whole time I had this weird feeling in my tummy. I can't describe it, but it's the same feeling you get when you're about to see your favorite band live. You know what I'm talking about? It's excitement, but mixed with something else and I couldn't quite figure out what it was.
Chris gave me a loving kiss on the forehead before he got up to leave.
"Don't worry about school, I'll do all the work for you." He said smiling.
"You really don't have to. I can do it myself."
"Shush. It's the least I can do. Now sleep and rest up little Ricky."
He gently caressed my cheek and left.
I sighed softly. I was definitely falling for him. Hard. And there was a possibility that he was falling for me too. But that sounded so weird. Someone like Chris falling in love with someone like me? I don't know.
I closed my eyes and I saw him. His beautiful sparkling eyes and his perfect smile. Oh, I wanted to be his forever. But did he want to be mine? I doubt that.
I tried to get as comfortable as possible and finally fell asleep a little while later.
When I woke up, he was there again. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Then I looked over at him.
Chris was on his phone and didn't pay much attention to me.
"Hey." I said, causing him to almost drop his phone.
"Jesus Christ." He chuckled.
"Just call me Ricky."
He shook his head and smiled.
"What's the time?" I asked, yawning again.
"One in the afternoon."
"Damn...wait, shouldn't you be at school right now?"
He shrugged.
"Priorities."
That made me blush and I smiled. I was so happy right now. Chris was here and spent time with me. He was so sweet and kind to me. I couldn't wait to get out of the hospital though, but it wasn't a problem since our rooms were literally five metres apart from each other.
What was most important to me right now was the fact that he cared. Chris Cerulli cared about me. And nothing could have made me happier.
