Roommates

Time to tell.

I was laying in my bed.  It was three in the morning and my stomach was hurting again.  I tried sleeping for a while but I just wasn't tired.  I laid there staring at my ceiling.  "What if I'm sick and will die?" I said to myself.  No.  How would I have gotten so sick that I could die? I don't go outside.  But there still is a possible chance.  What would I do before I died?  Would I try new things?  No, I don't want to get out of my comfort zone.  One thing popped straight into my mind.  Mikey.  I wouldn't do Mikey.  I would maybe date him.  Okay, I definitely would date him.  I sat up and stared at my bedroom door.  He's sweet, he's kind, he's also very stern about some things.  He likes to joke around but he's still very serious.  He's quiet but not afraid to speak up if he needs to.  He's sort of the dominant type.  He's still very soft though.  And his looks.  He's tall and slim, well he's taller than me and Frank.  He's a bit taller than Gerard.  When he smiles I feel like I'm going to melt.  When he smirks I do melt.  He's just all in all perfect.  I snapped out of my day dream when I heard something in the living room.  It was probably Mikey getting up and going to his room.  Instead I heard a knock on mine.  I got up and opened it.  Mikey was standing at the door with the blanket I had.  I smiled when I saw him.  He handed me my blanket.  I took it without saying anything.  "Could I sleep in here tonight?" He asked.  I nodded and let him in before closing the door.  He let me get on the inside of my bed and then he laid down.  You could probably fit at least two other people in the gap between us.  He mumbled a goodnight before falling asleep and lightly snoring.

I opened my eyes just to be face to face with someone's chest.  I looked up and saw Mikey, sleeping soundlessly.  He had his arms wrapped around me.  I smiled but remembered that I'm sick.  I wanted to pull away from him so he wouldn't get sick but I just couldn't.  His embrace felt warm and safe, not that I was scared of anything.  It just felt right.  Laid my head forward on his chest.  I guess that woke him because once I did it he lifted him head up.  I pretended to be asleep.  I heard him sigh and he pulled me a little closer, holding me tighter.  I smiled to myself and moved my head a bit.  He loosened his grip on me.  I lifted my head and looked at Mikey.  He awkwardly smiled at me.  All of the sudden I felt I needed to vomit.  I pushed him back, crawled over him and ran to the bathroom.  He rushed in and held my hair back.  I stopped after a while.  He told me to take and shower and I listened.  As I was washing my hair I started to feel dizzy.  I clutched on the wall of the shower until I got down.  I wasn't dizzy anymore so I got out.  Once I started moving though, I felt dizzy again.  "Fuck." I groaned.  "You okay?" Mikey asked from the other room.  "Yeah, just a little dizzy." I said.  I got dressed and sat down on my bed.  I started to feel light headed and saw dots every where.  "Mikey." I said a little panicked.  "Yeah?"   "Could you get me some of my drink please." I whispered.  He nodded and left to get me my drink.  It had to be the reason why I was dizzy, I haven't drank any blood almost all day yesterday and I haven't drank any this morning.  He gave me some and I chugged it down.  I felt a little better.  I didn't see dots anymore.  Mikey out his hand on my back and slightly rubbed it.  "You okay?" He whispered.  I nodded.  "Okay." He nodded back.  I leaned over on his shoulder.  I smirked when he paused for a moment but then put his arm around my shoulder and leaned his head on mine.  He has to be a good guy to date.  My dad used to do this to my mom all the time.  Until she left him for a different man.  Then he died.  I sighed and tried to get my mind off of both of my parents being gone. 

My stomach started to randomly feel like someone with giant hulk hands was punching it.  "Oh god!" I groaned.  Mikey pulled back to look at me.  I clutched my stomach and threw myself back on the bed.  He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder.  "What's wrong?  What's going on with your stomach?" He asked, panicking.  He hurt so badly that I could cry.  I actually did start to cry.  "It hurts." I cried out.  He softly laid his other hand on top of my hands on my stomach.  "Do you need to go to the doctor? Does it hurt that bad?" He asked.  I shook head.  It's just stomach pains, nausea and a fever.  "You sure?" He asked.  I nodded.  He brushed the hair out of my face.  I tried to smile but a whimper stopped me.  I cried out in pain.  Mikey looked sad and panicked at the same time.  "It hurts." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.  "I'm sorry.  Hang on let me get you some medicine for your stomach." He whispered.  He left and I saw Frank walking into the living room, half asleep.  I softly laughed at him.  He looked over in my direction.  He smiled and walked into my room.  "You look like shit." He smirked.  "And I feel like it too." I said.  We both laughed pretty hard, too hard for me.  "Ow!" I said loudly.  "What's wrong?!" Frank asked.  "Stomach." I said.  Mikey came in and gave me medicine.  "Thanks." I whispered to Mikey.  He nodded and put his hand on my back.  Frank looked worried.  I slightly laughed at him.  "Why do you look so worried?" I asked Frank.  "What? Well I mean, you're sick. We're all worried." He said.  I laughed at him again.  He rolled his eyes.  "I'm being caring about you for once and you laugh about it.  Harsh Brie, harsh." He said with a small smile.  He left my room but didn't close the door so me and Mikey saw him and Gerard, who is awake now, kiss each other.  "Ew!" I shouted at them.  Gerard pulled away and smiled at me.  "You feeling better?" He asked.  "Nope." I said in a tone that was a little too happy.  He frowned.  "I'm sorry." He told me.  "There's really no use to be sorry.  Seriously, why apologise about being sick?  What's it going to do?" I said.  He shrugged.  "It just feels like the right thing to do." He said.  I rolled my eyes.  "Whatever." I said.  I wanted to get up but when I stood I felt dizzy again and felt a punch in my stomach.  I sat back down on the bed.  "What's wrong?" Mikey asked.  "Dizzy.  My stomach hurts." I whispered.  He looked out my door at Gerard and Frank.  "Where were you wanting to go?" He asked.  "To the kitchen." I whispered.  He held his arms out.  I looked at him confused.  "I can carry you." He smiled.  "I'm heavier that you think." I said.  He gave me that look that Gerard gave me once.  "Well I'm stronger than you think." He said.  "Fine." I said.  Mikey picked me up off the bed and carried me into the kitchen.  "Oh shit!  Little brother is stealing Ray's moves." Gerard said as Mikey sat me down on the counter.  We both rolled our eyes at him.  "She got dizzy and her stomach hurts.  She doesn't want to walk." Mikey said.  "Why don't you just floa- uhm get a wheelchair or something?" Gerard said.  I looked at him with wide eyes.  "What's wrong with you two?" Frank asked.  "Uh." Gerard look over at me.  "Um, I think it's best if I tell all four of you at the same time." I said.  Right after I said it, Ray came out of his room.  Great.