Celeb Bodyguard

Colds and wine

The days have gone by and now Jen is headed off to the airport.

"Bye, girl," she says as she hugs me.

"Bye, bestie."

"Don't forget to tell John you love him," she whispers in my ear. What? I don't...do I? Oh my god....I do. How am I going to go back to LA and act? I can't give up my dreams.

She gets into the cab with a wink.

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2 days after Jen went home, I go to the doctor, I've been sneezing like crazy, my nose is running like a waterfall and I have a terrible cough.

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"I'm very sorry, Serena, but there's nothing I can do," no no no anything but the, "you have a cold." No, can't I have something else that can be fixed with pills, colds are endless and full of suffering.

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Lying in bed with a fever and chills, I grab another blanket from my nightstand drawer and lay it on top of me. I hear someone knock on my door.

"Come in."

"John? What are you doing here? I texted you I had a cold."

"I'm going to take care of my girl."

"But you could get sick."

"I don't care." Could I have a better boyfriend?-the answer to that question is no. He's so perfect.

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Finally my cold is over, it ended two days ago but I didn't want to see anyone just in-case. I smooth out my dark jeans and my purple tank top and head out the door.

"Dad, I'm going to John's."

"K, have fun, Rena," I love his nickname for me.

Dad loves John, almost as much as I. Will Dad want to walk me down the aisle? Whoa! Am I thinking of marriage? I got it bad.

I pull into John's driveway and go knock on the door.

"Come in!" I walk in to see him in the kitchen.

"Hey beautiful. Dinner's ready," he points to the kitchen table and I see steak and mash potatoes, my favorite dinner.

"You can cook?"

"Yep."

"You really are perfect."

"Not as perfect as you. Wine?"

"Does it taste like beer?"

"Not at all."

"Already then, I'll take a glass."

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The movie ends and I know I'm not drunk but I'm also quite unstable, I can't drive home.

"Judging by your tipsy state, you can't drive."

"Nope."

"Wanna stay over?"

I nod, suddenly feeling very tired. We go upstairs and he points me in the direction of the guest room, "why," I ask.

"Well, I usually sleep with just boxers on and I didn't know if you would be comfortable with that."

"It's fine. Sleep with you," I murmur.

We walk into his room where he takes off his shirt and pants, 8-pack.

"What?"

"What?"

"You just said eight-pack aloud."

"Sorry, your hotness continues to surprise me, a six-pack I expected, but an eight-pack, dang!"

I go over to his clothes on the ground and change into his T- shirt, it smells just like him.

I get into the bed and soon he follows, I turn to face him and lay my head on his chest and entangle my legs in his, he responds by pulling me closer and wrapping his arms around me.

"Goodnight, Sully."

"Goodnight, my celebritity."