Sick

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Tyler prov

I yawn and strech my hands above my head and stagger up the steps. I swing open my door and throw off my pants and shirt leaving me in my boxers. I turn around and walk to the light switch and turn off the lights. I pull back the covers in my bed and lay down I throw my hand over my head and one too the other side f the bed, what's that! I slide my hand up and down it it feels like a face I jump out of bed and turn on the lights. I point it's her. Her face is red she's fast asleep her face is redder than a tomato I walk too the end of the bed where she was lying. I put my hand on her face now. Holy shit I whisper and pull my hand back she's shes sick. I open my door and run too the bathroom and grab a rag and put cold water on it an drool it up. I run too my bed room and close the door I turn on my fan and sit next too her And wipe her face with the cloth. She grabs my hand and my face turns bright red. I'm so tired I lay my head on the edge of the bed making sure not too let go of her hand. I drift off too sleep.

Morning Jeremy prove

I sit up in bed and stretch. I pull the covers off of me an open up my door. I yawn and walked past my bros door and come too a jolting stop. I walk backwards too my brothers door. I swing open the door and too my surprise Tyler and hevyn were holding hands and sleeping. I pull out my phone out of my back pocket. I unlock the phone and open up a per sitcom app were you take pictures and download them too your computer and sends too your social media. I snap a picture and shove my phone in my pocket. And close the door lightly and go back too bed.

Afternoon Tyler prove.

I yawn and stand up. I swing open my door. And hear comes my brother running down the hall. He asks how was she last night. I scream what do you mean trying not too laugh. He pulls out his phone and looks at me and sticks the phone in my face. My face turns bright red. No that wait uhh no she was. Jeremy inturups yeah yeah I know she was sick he nudges me in my arm it's a ll good brah. We're is she any waste i ask. She went home she had a slight fever. But she left you this he hAnds me a piece of paper.

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