All I Want Is You Baby (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 16 Truth That Counts

"ACHOO!"

Hey guys—ACHOO! As you can see, your adorable Kate Roberts—ACHOO! Is sick and that's why I couldn't go to school today to return Harrison's friend's jersey. I blew off my nose. The bad thing is it feels like shit—ACHOO! But the good thing is that I get to eat a huge load of ice cream, what can be possibly be better—ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!

I snorted.

"Kate?" Mom entered my room "The doctor told me that it's not a cold, it an allergic reaction,"
"Allergy?" I asked and sneezed.
"Yes, did you come near something unusual?"
"I don't know?" Am I allergic to Harrison? Can you even be allergic to other humans?

My face was red from all that sneezing and I felt nauseated. It felt like worms were crawling inside my forehead ad my eyes were burning. How did it get so bad? What am I even allergic to?

I didn't have the strength to keep sitting so I lay back down into my bed. I was so tired ever since I came back from school that I just went to bed without even changing my clothes. I felt really cold. I was shivering.

Mom touched my forehead, "You've got really high fever,"
"Mom! I'm going to school!" Anna shouted from downstairs.
"Oh! I need to go to work too!"

She went away and closed my room's door, "Don't forget to take your medicines!"
"Mom," I closed my eyes, "Please don't go," Sorry guys, I guess I can't talk a lot today. You do the talking. Why am I the only one is always talking anyways?

I squirmed inside my blanket and clenched my teeth. I am so cold and my body is hurting. I don't want to be alone. I closed my eyes, just in hope that I would fall asleep.

Soon, I felt something warm and comforting on my forehead. I opened my eyes. I couldn't see properly and my vision was blurred.
"Oh God, you're burning. Did you take your medicines?"
"No," I replied. I fell asleep after that.

I felt like someone was holding my hand. It was warm. I squeezed their hand gently and opened my eyes. Brandon Johnson sat beside me.

I looked into his eyes, "Oh, you're up? Did you sleep well?" He left my hand and picked up a bowl beside him.
"I made some soup. Drink some and then we'll give you your medicines,"

"You can cook?" My voice was hoarse.
"Yes." He smiled, "I'll make you some ice cream later, okay?"
I got up and drank the soup. I wasn't very hungry but since he made it, I drank some. He gave me my medicines and I lay back into my bed.

He looked at me and held my hand, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you're feeling good,"
"I don't need this," I pulled my hand back but he held it tighter.
"Believe me, you do," He smiled.
I didn't say anything because he was right. It did feel good.

"Why would your mother leave you alone when you are so sick?" He asked.
"Oh, she's busy. I wish I had a more responsibile mother,"
"You should you happy you have a mother,"

"What?"
He shook his head with a smile, "It's nothing."
What was that? I looked at our hands for a while.

"I don't understand, Brandon," I said.
"What do you not understand, Kate?"
"You said you loved me, then why would you hurt me? And why are you always so mean to everyone?"

Brandon pressed my head. His hands were warm and his fingertips moved across my scalp.
"Remember the first time we met?"
"When Anna introduced you to me?"
"No, I met you before that,"
"I don't remember it,"

"Nevermind that. You know Kate, I've always been the kind who really took care of themselves. Like I used to trim my nails, apply moisturiser on my hands and feet, do skincare, that's why maybe I never really got pimples—like ever.