Grease Preferences And Imagines

Kenickie Imagine

Requested by @pack_leader
     "But babe, I'm fine, auto shop class is next period and we get to paint Grease Lighting. I've been waiting for weeks to paint it," Kenickie said as suddenly his stomach growled. Me and my brother Danny gave each other looks. It was December, and the flu was flying rapidly across Rydell. Already Frenchy has been out for three days because of it.
"No you're not Kenickie. You're sick. You have been coughing, sneezing, having runny noses, and your stomach hurts," I stated as I wrote down my final answer. We were in English currently reading "Gone With The Wind" and the three of us sat all neat each other. Danny turned over his paper.
           "Y/N's right. You are sick mate," Danny commented but was soon interrupted by Mrs. Simpson.
           "Daniel, others are working on their papers. Please stop talking,"  she exclaimed as she put on yet another lipstick coat, like she didn't put on one ten minutes ago.
            "Sorry ma'am, but Kenickie here is extremely sick. In fact, he can't speak and wanted me to ask you if he can go see .the nurse. Also me and Y/N are scheduled to leave at 11:00. We have important family needs," Danny lied as he winked at his mate. If I said such a lie, I wouldn't be able to say it without a giant ummmmm. Maybe being a Zuko wasn't bad after all.
          Mrs. Simpson looks at Kenickie and as if it was on cue, he sneezed so loud, Mr. Miller from next door came over to scold Kenickie for obnoxious behavior. Finally, Mrs. Simpson excused Kenickie. He gave Danny a glare before he walked out of the room, combing his hair. Meanwhile me and Danny grinned at each other. Oh the funs of skipping school!
          About five minutes later, Kenickie strolled back into class with the famous yellow strip that the nurse gave. It meant you get to go home. Kenickie grabbed his belongings and reached for the door handle.
       "Feel better Kenickie," Mrs. Simpson stated as he walked out. All of a sudden, eleven came around. Danny grabbed my hand as we made our way out. As we made our way down the hall, Kenickie smirked at us.
       "Maybe auto shop can wait," he said. I opened the door as we stepped into freedom. Danny got into his car as Kenickie took shotgun and I took the back.
"Well Kenickie, do you want us to grab some things at the pharmacy?" I asked as he shook his head.
"I wished I wasn't so sick so I can paint Grease Lightning. Even if I am sick tomorrow, I'll still come to school," he commented as we drove past the grocery store. "Also I'm fine Y/N."
Danny started to drive to his house as Kenickie sung us a melody of coughs. Once we pulled into his driveway, Danny helped him getting into bed as I began to make chicken noodle soup.
"Kid is complaining about class." Danny approached me as I added salt to the soup.
"Probably misses his car."
"Yeah."
"I still don't understand you guys and your cars." I stirred the soup until it was ready. I took out a sky blue glass bowl and poured the golden soup into it. I went upstairs, the warm bowl in my hands, to Kenickie's room. I knocked but there was no answer. Slowly, I opened the door to see Kenickie snoring with about fifty blankets on him. Placing the soup next to him on his bedside table, I smiled. Maybe he was right, auto shop can wait.

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