Short Stories

Feverish Assassin

Prompt: "Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I'll call you back when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying."

"Sirius! It's time to eat!" I called out to my boyfriend. He's been in the shower for a long time now. I placed the plates on the table. I was expecting to hear the shower head stop running, but it seems that Sirius didn't hear me. Huh, that's weird. He would usually come down when it was time for dinner. Now I was starting to get worried. Sirius usually only takes 10-15 minutes in the shower, why is he suddenly taking so long?

I sighed and sat on the couch. I already ate beforehand so I wasn't too eager to eat. Finally, I heard the shower head stop. That's a weird thing, isn't it? Hearing the shower head stop. I waited a bit and decided to take out my phone and play a game. I'm playing this game but this one player keeps kicking my ass.

After deciding that I should try to take a break from memes, I heard Sirius and I's bedroom door open. I looked up and saw Sirius wearing something that he doesn't usually wear. A tank top and the shortest shorts I have ever seen. "S-Sirius?" I say, baffled. Sirius looks at me with a confused look. His face looked really red. Suddenly, he sneezed. "A-Andrew, I think I might be dying." He replies, in a very sick voice.

A laugh escapes my lips. "You're not dying, silly! You're just sick." I snort, tears appearing in the corner of my eyes. Sirius huffs and walks towards me, almost falling in the process. "J-jerk! I am dying here and y-yo-you-" he sneezed. "And you are laughing!" He says angrily, trying to look mad but only ending up looking cute in the process. I wipe the tears out of my eyes. "I'm sorry, why don't you come and sit on my lap? We might get sick together!" I pat my lap, and in return, Sirius glares at me. Nonetheless, he sits on my lap. He grabs my shirt with his hands and pulls himself closer to my chest. 

A small smile escaped my lips as I leaned back on the couch. Sirius muttered something about "this was Satan's way of punishing him" but I wasn't listening. Sirius nuzzled closer to my chest and a content sigh escaped his lips. I pat his red hair and watch as he closes his eyes. "I love you, Sirius. I'm Siri-ous ." I heard Sirius groan. I closed my eyes and sighed happily. Dinner will be cold by the time we wake up, but oh well. Whatever makes Sirius happy makes me happy.

I sneezed.