Silent rebels

12.Bird soup

"Amber" I hear my name from the door.

I look to see who it is. Shawn great, this is what every girl wants if she is sick. An audience.

I close the lit of the toilet and flash it. Standing up,I wash out my mouth with mouth wash and turned to Shawn," What are you doing here?" I asked

He walks towards me and come to a stop in front of me. He takes some loose strands of hair and put it behind my ear. He lift his hand and put it against my forehead,"You have a fever" he remarks

"I think I'm sick,because of the rain" or I knew I was.

"Do you want soup?" He surprised me

I frown, confused,convinced I  heard wrong,"What?" I said in a soft tone.

Before I could catch up to what's happening. He picked me up bridal style and started to walk down the hall,"What are you doing?"

He just shredded his shoulders looking down at me,"I figured you weren't in the mood for a picky back ride" he said as if this is the thing most done in the history of time.

He walked down the stairs,holding me carefully. He walked to the living room and putted me down on the sofa.

Turning around to walk out of the room he stopped and turned back. Looking at me a second. He walks back grabbing my pillows and blanket from the other sofa and tugging me in.

He headed for the door again, but stopped again. He turns around and look at me, "Amber?" He asked.

I look at him openly now and then he continued, "Where do you keep the medicine?"

"It is in the cabinet above the fridge" I said.

He nodded," And your phone?"

Thinking for a minute,I don't even know where the hell my phone is,"I don't know, why do you ask?"

"Cause I called you and called you and then I got in my truck and drove here"

With that he turned around and walked out of the room.

He drove here just to see if I was okay?

He came back with a glass of water and a few pills. He give it to me,"Thank you " I said.

Then he walked out of the room again and returned with two white take away cups.

He hands me one with a spoon and took a seat on the other sofa.

I look into the cup and smiled at the chicken soup,"Oh,no. Are you a vegetarian? Are you going to cry, because of the chicken who died to make this tasty soup?"

I look up at Shawn. Humor written all over my face. I giggle at the thought of crying over soup.

"How did you get it here so fast?"

"There's a cafe down the street who delivers. We always buy food there. It's delicious. You're lucky to live near by."

Taking a sip of my soup I let the deliciousness exploded on my tongue and then let the warmth of the soup enter my body.

"You know food isn't their only business?" I asked Shawn harboring cruel thoughts.

He looks up at me,his lips pulling up a little at the sides and his head tilting a little to the left.

Before I continue to speak I look at his facial expression. He is very cute when he does that.

Note to self: This is one cute boy.

"Every morning they would have people walking up and down the street picking up all the dead birds. Like for instance if  your dog or cat would die you can call them and they would come and collect them. No fees charged." I said trying not to laugh at Shawn going pale as each word left me mouth.

He let the spoon,that was about to enter his mouth,drop back into the cup of soup. He looks down into the cup of soup, thinking.

"Bullshit" he says.

I look at him another moment and starts to laugh, "Total."

His lips draws up into a smile and he shakes his head.