Princess in the hoodie

Chapter 9

I carefully open the door and push it wide enough just so that I can fit through. I then shuffle inside and spot him in his bed. All covered up and in a cozy hoodie. My heart filled with sympathy. He is probaly not feeling well judging by his pale face.

I softly walk to my bed and place my bag and his homework down on my bed table. Just as I was about to move through the door I hear Emeail move followed by some cracks of his banes I believe. I turn around to see him sitting up with his one foot hanging off the bed and the other a bending in a sort of Indian styled posision. His on hand rubbing his eyes while the other rests on his knee.

The grey hoodie's hood is pulled over his hair and his wnkle hight neon banana socks cover his feet. It is the first time I've seen him in shorts. Strange.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..." I say softly while moving back into the room and closing the door.

He shakes his head and jumps down almost toppling over. I take a few steps towards him to help but he is already back up. He then stands infront of me and places his hands on my shoulders. He as a slight half smile and very drowzy looking eyes. His body is basicly screaming for sleep.

"Tell me, do you find my feet apealing?" He jokes and I let out a soft chuckle.

"How long have you been waiting to say that?" I ask with a slight chuckle.

"Two whole weeks." He states and moves to the counter and placing himself on it.

His legs are so thin yet muscular. I kinda find it hot. Ahh, remeber when I moved in and I said that I would not want to be in a room with hormonal teenagers? Yeah, I am that hormonal teenager now. Screw hormons. Screw. Them. All.

"So, Damien told me you came back early. Is everything okay?" I ask moving to him and also jumping up next to him. He groans and mutters a few words while throwing his head back. Soon it's followed by a nasty cough making me worry a bit more.

"Ye-" He clears his throat since he sounded like Darkvader for a second,"Yeah, I guess. Just didn't feel so great."

I grab his hand and ignor how right it feels and drag him to the sofa basicly throwing him down on it. Then I shuffle to my closet and get my best blanket. It is a sheepwool bundle of comfort, cozyness and warmth. The three best things to cure a ill person. I throw it over him and tuck him in. I also grab some of his pillows and make a barrier for his head.

I then move to the stove and throw some water in a pot before letting it boil. I then move back to him and place my hand on his forehead. Wow he is burning up fast. No wonder he feels like this. I notice his eyes flutter closed as my hand flips around like a fish out of water on his forehead. I then run to the bathroom and wet my facecloth before squeezing out all the water.

I move back to him and place it on his head before breaking some spagetti noodles in the boiling water. I then move back to him and sit down on the floor before him. He turns on his side and smile softly before croaking out.

"Thanks. " I immediatly frown when I hear the tears behind the words or in this case...word.

I take his hand and scoot closer. Thank you Dexter for showing me the way of scotting on the floor. His face turns into sadness with a frown and tightly shut eyes.

"No no no no. It will all be better soon, come on. It's okay. You'll be fine, I promise." I say softly.

"It's not that. I just ... I just really miss home, that's all. And I know it's silly but still. I can't help it." He croaks and I know he is trying to put on his brave face.

I jump up and engulf him in a hug while pulling him up to. I sit on the edge of the sofa and twist my body so that I can squish all the pain and hurt out of him. He wraps his arms around my waist and burries his head in the crook of my neck. His hot sobs fan my colar bone inside my hoodie and I feel like my skin becomes more sensitive by the second.

I know how it feels to be homesick and knowing that you are not going home or seeing any family soon, well other than your siblings that are with you. It really sucks and we all have our reasons to be where we are but there are days you just want to be home. I have those days a lot. They are days that I just miss my bed. Or my parents. Or the dogs. Days I just miss home. And what hurts most is knowing that you can't go home any time soon...

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"You want some more popcorn?" I ask as Emeail places himself back on the couch after his shower.

He hums a 'yes' as he gets everything set up for the movie. We decided that we didn't want to go to Daniem's movie night but have one of our own instead. I grab the popped corn from the microwave before scurring back to him. Right now he is wearing a black V-neck shirt, red and navy check-boxers and a black hoodie. He is still pale but less than this afternoon. I am in my white tights and my mustard yellow hoodie. Hood on ofcourse.

I ploff down next to him and hop a popcorn into my mouth. Butter flavour. My favourite. I meet Emeail's gaze, since he was staring at me, with a frown. He just grabs the popcorn putting it on the side table and grabs me by the waist pulling me into him. Now I am not very comfortable with this but he is sick on a Friday and I will do anything to make him feel beter. He hugs me to his side and wraps his arms around my middle before sliding his left leg under me and putting his right knee inbetween mine. It's strange but comfy. He rests his head ontop of mine and extends his giraffe's neck-long-arm and presses play on the laptop before grabbing the popcorn and pulling the blanket over us.

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