footsteps were heard coming from my outside porch, the doorbell rand through the house.
my mother's voice answered it, "Richie? hi sweetheart"
i rolled my eyes, Richie ain't no sweetheart
the sound of my boyfriends voice answered my mom's, "hi mrs. y/l/n. i was wondering if y/n was here"
"..uh...yes she's here..."
"is she okay?"
actually, no. i wasn't okay. in my room, i was basically dying. my forehead was covered in sweat, my body was burning hot, but i felt cold. my throat hurt. my eyes felt puffy. everything's just felt like shit.
my mother hesitated to answer Richie's question, "...y-yes she's okay. can i do anything for you?"
"can i see her?" Richie pleaded
"now's not really a good time"
"please"
my mother gave in, "alright"
minutes later, Richie appeared at my door, with a bowl of hot soup, he smiled.
"thanks baby" i smiled back, weakly.
he set the soup on my bedside table, next to my glass of water.
he slid to into the spot next to me, "not feeling so good, huh?"
"yeah... and you won't either if you stay with me"
"i don't care"
"...okay, but don't blame me if you wake up sick tomorrow"
Richie smiled, and hugged my body that was wrapped in blankets.
we snuggled for awhile.
"why didn't you hang out with the rest of the club at the quarry?" i asked
"what? do you think i'd rather be there instead of here, comforting my baby girl?"
i shrugged, he just kissed my cheek.
"thank you... for this"
"anything for you, princess"
