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charlie

i smile to myself, spotting the flowers sitting in a vase on the kitchen table. "your lip ring looks hot." miles laughs through the screen.

we had been facetiming while him and his friend mary had been hanging out, waiting for mary to hurrily get back in the car.

"thank you, your face looks hot." i roll my eyes, hearing one last chuckle from the line. "how's editing going, char?" he asked, his voice settling.

"it's okay," i whimper, sniffling while arching my back. "everything hurts." it had been about two months since the drinking incident- and i've caught a cold.

fuck this, right up the ass.

"good, you deserve it." miles' screen gets covered but half his face, flipping me off with his hand. "that's what you get for going out without me."

i laugh as I sat in on my couch, "don't be a sour bitch." i call to the phone, editing more of the video with one headphone in.

"do you want me to come over? i can grab some soup and that new it movie." he suggests towards me, taking note on how long mary was taking.

"no, no point for you to get sick, too." i say, my throat grogging. "besides, you've been with me the week leading up to the sickness. have fun."

"a week's a really long time."

"not really."

the frame on the edge of my desk held new york photos, ones of andie and i. we were at her place, dressed in preppy clothes while her phone was on timer.

i bite the inside of my cheek, shaking my head away and placing the frame downwards. "i have to go, i think a bath would help." i lie, pressing the red button.

though i missed new york, and all of it's quirks- i've missed miles and la. alexis was the first one to know when i was coming back. it felt comforting.

after i told her about andie, she wouldn't leave my hip. i thanked her bunches, it didn't seem weird or off considering we had a romance before i met miles.

i bite my lip, quickly texting alexis. she was my support, especially after everything that went down in the city.

distracting myself, i scroll through social media. some would say it's toxic and troublesome, but it gave me joy and sparked interest in new things.

i had been sick for about two days, it started off with me sneezing and high temperature, now i'm sneezing, coughing, headaches, still a temperature, getting sick.

surely, pregnancy felt this way, too.

i've been trying to keep miles away from me, but teh boy just- won't. he always wants to help me, and he sends me sweet little snapchats and photos of what he's doing.

it makes me happy that he's spending time with himself and not just me, he deserves a big break from me. especially while i'm being an emotional bitch.

i felt a little stressed, mostly about filming. filming skits and vlogs of my day- and even posting videos from weeks ago never seemed to cut it anymore.

but, i have been taking medicine that will hopefully work, sleeping often, eating healthy. even though i want to break it all- pulling out that whiskey and ice cream.

i looked at my phone, receiving pictures and videos of miles getting his lip pierced. i smiled at them, seeing him wince a few times as the cold metal made a hole in his bottom lip.

i roll over, taking screen shots of the pictures, i take another sip of my water, with a cough. i felt as if I was merely dying, though I wasn't. not yet anyway.

my voice croaked and scratch as i quietly sing, making me swear to myself. "i'm totally dying." i announce to myself, shaking my head.

i get up, wanting to make my legs not feel numb, dancing around the room to keep me upbeat. if i'm going to die, i might as well die with hella strong legs.

alexis

i'm on my way, see u in 5 bby

feeling like a two-timer or traitor, i scoff at myself. i didn't want miles over, because I didn't want him getting sick. alexis didn't care if she had gotten sick though.

i look at my outfit i had been stuck in, my hair still wet from my shower. i  wore my sweatpants and miles' sweatshirt he had left last time he was over at my house, it smelled like his cheap cologne that he once used for one of his videos.

as i fell in love with the scent of him, imagining he was with me, my front door had opened. "charlie!" alexis' voice called for me, i reply with a loud groan of pain.

the short haired girl walked in my living room, her wearing a short sleeved shirt with a jean jacket, her dark jeans covered her legs, she held a small bag.

"i bought you some soup." she smiled brightly, walking over to me and sitting on my bed. alexis waits for me to sit up, which i do, politely taking the bag that had a container of chicken noodle soup.

"thank you, alexis." i smile at her, she sighed in a response, smiling back. still wishing miles would somehow pop up, it was selfish.

"i know, i'm the best." she gushed, making me laugh slightly. i take a bite of the soup, the scent over filling miles' scent. "is that miles' jacket?"

"perhaps-" i subtly cough out, seeing her eyes darken with disappointment lingering around. "what?" i groan, setting my soup down.

"it makes you look desparate, charlie!" she laughs slightly, shaking her head at my fit. i chew on my cheek, looking down. "he knows you're vunerable."

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