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sick day pt. two (old fic)

(JEREMYS POV)

I woke up wrapped in a pair of warm arms and blankets, I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see a sleeping Michael. I smiled and leaned my head back into his chest, he smelt like coffee beans and a tinge of vanilla. He was sitting up, while I was sitting in between his legs, my back facing his chest. It was only 3PM in the afternoon, I sniffled and grabbed a tissue, blowing my nose into it. Then I heard Michael stir, I threw the tissue away and leaned my head back more so I could see Michael. As soon as his eyes opened, he smiled brightly. 

"Oh, hi." He giggled and ran a hand through his hair. I giggled,

"Hi." I smiled. 

"I'm gonna make lunch, even though it's way past that.." He looked over at the clock, I nodded and sat up, allowing him to stand up. He walked over to the door and opened it,

"Come downstairs when you want. I can set up video games, too." He started to walk out the door, I nodded. He walked out the door then I noticed.. I was wearing Michael's sweater? (So Michael had his creeps long-sleeved shirt on) No wonder I was warm, I buried my nose into the sweater and smiled, it was so soft and big on me, well, duh. I was a stick, compared to Michael. I got up and stretched, then instantly broke into aggressive coughing. God, I am really sick, aren't I? I stopped coughing and sniffled, I was stuffed up and the medicine wasn't really doing anything. Not to mention, I was in my boxers, a t-shirt, and Michael's sweater. And I was still cold. I walked downstairs to see my dad and Michael chatting with each other, and once again, my dad had no pants, and neither did Michael. I smiled groggily and sniffled. They both looked at me, my dad smiled.

"Oh, hey champ. How's your cold coming along?" My dad chirped

"It's worse than a cold, dad." I chuckled softly, my voice was somewhat hoarse from me being sick.

"It's that bad, huh? I wish I could stay today, but I have an important business meeting. Michael are you okay with babysitting him?" He looked over at Michael, I groaned.

"I'm not a tod-"

"Sure, I'm fine with it." Michael shrugged, I leaned against the rail of the stairs and glared at Michael.

"Aw, Is wittle Jewemy tiwred?" He teased and puffed out his bottom lip to make it look like a baby pouty face. I blushed and smiled at him, shaking my head. My dad laughed and walked towards me, rustling up my hair with his hand.

"I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" He said, I giggled and nodded. He smiled at me and went upstairs to pack his bags. I looked back at Michael who was smirking and leaning on the counter. 

"Looks like I'm babysitting you for the day." He raised his eyebrow, I walked over to him and punched his arm playfully. Then he punched back the same way, we looked up at each other with competitive looks, I smiled and tackled him onto the floor, both of us now wrestling. Not in the hurtful, mean way, just the playful way. My dad came downstairs to see me and Michael rolling on the floor and wrestling, and also laughing. He sighed happily and shook his head,

"You two don't kill each other while I'm gone, bye!" He walked out the door, now, me and Michael were tickling each other. But he was straddling me and had me pinned down onto the floor, tickling me. Meanwhile I was dying of laughter. Then, I started coughing aggressively. 

"Oh, shit! I forgot you were sick." He got off of me and sat beside me, I coughed into my hand. 

"I am such a bad.. babysitter.." He smirked, I glared at him and stopped coughing.

"I will not hesitate to wrestle you again." I pointed my finger at him.

"Try me, Heere." 

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and they kept having tickle wars and wrestling each other.

THERE WILL BE A PT.3 BECAUSE I KINDA LOVE THIS