*Breeze's point of view*
I wake up coughing uncontrollably. Daniel quickly shoots up. He grabs the water bottle on my desk and quickly hands it to me. I drink the water slowly so I don't have another coughing fit and die.
When I feel okay I put it on my bedside table. "Thanks", I say to Daniel. He sits by my side, watching me like he's afraid I'll start coughing again. "This is why I came to take care of you", Daniel explains.
"I'm fine", I reassure. Daniel gives me a look. I give him a sheepish grin. I don't feel the best, but I'll be fine. It's just a common cold and I don't think I need Daniel to take care of me.
"You're not fine. I'm taking you to the doctors tomorrow", Daniel says. He shakes his head when I open my mouth to argue. "You're a very motherly guy", I point out. Daniel rolls his eyes at me.
"Seriously, I'm fine. Now get some sleep", I demand. If he's going to treat me like a child I think I have some right to treat him like a child too. "But-", I cut Daniel off, "No but's! Go to bed!"
Daniel sighs and crosses his arms. "We can argue all you want so I suggest you just go to bed", Daniel says. I raise my eyebrows at him. "And you'll go to bed too?", I ask. Daniel shakes his head. This boy is driving me nuts.
"What are you supposed to do? Watch me sleep?", I question. He can't just watch me sleep. I don't think that's how taking care of someone works. How is he supposed to "take care" of me even if can't even take care of himself?
"Yes, that is exactly what I'm going to do", Daniel says.
"That's just creepy", I say. Daniel nods in agreement.
"I'll admire you while you sleep. Now I just sound like a stalker", Daniel laughs. I laugh in agreement.
"I'm not going to sleep and you won't go to sleep so what do you want to do?", I ask. I admit my house isn't very entertaining. There's a projector in my basement and a ton of bean bags for watching movies. Upstairs is my art room and my parents office. My house is usually quiet.
"Whatever you want to do." Daniel shrugs his shoulders. I bite my lip and try and come up with something to do. I have board games, Netflix, and a trampoline that hasn't been used in years.
Daniel grabs my hand. "Hey, are you okay?", He asks concerned. I look at him confused. "You spaced off. Breeze you're freezing", He says. He grabs both of my hands and squeezes them.
"Oh." I didn't notice that I was freezing. The hottest room in my house is probably my art room. Daniel grabs a blanket and puts it around my freezing body.
"We can go up to my art room, it's warm there", I suggest. Daniel grabs another blanket and puts it around me over the other blanket.
"Are you trying to make me a toasty marshmallow?", I joke. Daniel smiles at me, his gap tooth visible. I think he's the only person I've seen pull of a gap tooth.
"Of course I am, is it charming?", Daniel joins in. His smile doesn't leave his face. He grabs my slippers off the floor and slips the on to my feet catching me by surprise.
"Oh it's definitely charming", I chuckle. Daniel pulls on his hoodie and follows me out the door. We go up the stairs. I stop by my art room door.
"Turn around", I instruct. Daniel look at the lock on my door and turns around.
"Why do you need a lock on your door? Are you an axe murderer like I suspected?", Daniel laughs.
"Uh duh, I'm a hot axe murderer. How'd you know?", I ask. I feel a wide grin creeping on me.
"Because no one is realisticly as pretty as you", Daniel says. I feel my cheeks heating up. I mentally facepalm knowing I'm going to be as red as a tomato. I mumble a quiet "thanks". I unlock my door and open it.
"Try not to break anything", I say. I walk through and turn on the lights. Daniel walks in and looks around his mouth drops.
"Y-you did this?", Daniel asks in awe. I bite my lip and mess with my hair.
"Yeah", I say. I watch him walk around the room. He admirers every piece hung up on the wall. His eyes travel at every inch of each painting or drawing. He walks towards my unfinished canvases. He looks around the whole room again."This is-wow", Daniel compliments.
"Thanks", I mumble, turning away shyly.
"Draw me like one of your French girls", Daniel says, winking at me with a goofy smile. I think about it for a second. It's not necessarily the worst idea. It could keep us distracted for at least an hour until Daniel eventually gets tired.
"Okay, but I'm drawing you with your clothes on", I agree. Daniel chuckles and watches me grab my sketch pad. I grab a few supplies and sit on the floor. I motion for him to come over and sit with me. He sits in front of me and smiles at me cheekily.
"Do you want me to draw you with a big smile?", I tease.
"Correction, my big, pretty smile", Daniel corrects.
"Of course", I say, rolling my eyes at him playfully.
I stare at him trying to figure out where I want to start. "Since this might take a bit why don't we- oh hey Why Don't We", I say.
"Why don't we not make puns?", Daniel asks. I playfully hit his leg. "Bully", I mumble.
We talk until we can no longer keeps our eyes open. We talked about life and got to know each other better. We laughed and ate Oreo's while I drew Daniel- making sure to include his cheeky smile.
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Catfish//Daniel Seavey
Fanfic"You really are a catfish because wow you're prettier in person."
