Jaren sighed. John wasn't responding to his texts.
jaren: h o hnnn
jaren: johnnnnn
john: what do you want bitch?
jaren: you're ignoring mmeeee
john: you deserve it hun
jaren: that's mean
john: and I'm trying to sleep
jaren: stillll
jaren: seriously are you sick or something?
john: ..,
jaren: omg you are,, I'm coming over
john: no I'm good
jaren: no I'm coming over you can fite me then
john: what if I'm jacking off
jaren: only makes it better ;))
john: wAIT WHAT
john: jAREN HOLD UP
jaren is offline
Jaren hurriedly went outside and into his car, heading to John's house.
On the other end, John actually was sick. His face was burning at what Jaren said. Wow- No shit- Jaren is coming over and John isn't ready. But it's not like he can get up and do something about it, his fever made him weak. He could hardly get food himself and often had a friend help him. Said friend wasn't here right now either so pain from both hunger and sickness knawed at his stomach endlessly.
John mentally panicked. Shit! Jaren's going to see how weak he is. John frowned. "Stop thinking like that me." He hissed to himself. Perhaps Jaren coming to help wasn't so bad. He knew Jaren wouldn't give up anyways, so what's the point?
Minutes felt like small eternities swelled with bubbling anxiety. John huffed, "Dammit Jaren," he said. To reply to his huff, there was jiggling at his doorknob. That signaled that Jaren was here. "Nevermind." John replied to himself.
"Alright John, you better be hungry because I bought some shit." Jaren claimed and put a bag on the table. John piped up a little bit. "You've blessed me with food, thank you god." He praised Jaren jokingly.
Jaren chuckled. "Welcome love." He smiled at John, pretty much taking care of him for the night.
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Fanfiction◊ ℜead if you'd like. Sorry if there is any grammatical errors, I don't like to reread. ✿ℬasic one-shots, including fluff. ⦉ No smut/lemon/lime ⦊ Content does include sexual remarks and swearing. ⓒ--shrimp--
