THREESOME

twentyeight - I'm so Sickey of Mickey

Scott

I groan and I groan and I groan. This sick shit really ain't it chief.

"Why the day after I kiss your toxic brother I get sicker than a cancer patient?" I complained. In pain, I roll around in bed.

"Well, two things, he's toxic. And two, don't say that about cancer patients. Be grateful you could live your full life," Daisy attempted to hand me a cup of hot tea. I couldn't grasp it so it spilled all over my white bed spread and leg. Ughhhhh.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you cleaned up." Daisy helped me out of bed. Before she could drag me to the bathroom, a knock echoed the room. "Stay here." She basically threw me on the couch.

"Yes," she said, opening the door. It was him.

"What are you doing here," I slurred.

"I heard you was sick," he coughed.

"Oh you sick too?" I sarcastically asked.

"No. But my stomach is-"

He didn't finish. Instead, he let out all his fluids into the trash can near the door. Thank God that was there.

"Ew. Get out." I demanded...somewhat.

"Yeah. He's sick because of you Mick."

"No he isn't. He's sick because of whatever we ate."

"Yeah and I ate your gross lips." I retorted.

"Okay-"

Again, throwing up.

"Your not..." he gagged..."Your not sick because of me. We ate the same thing and is both equally si-"

At this point he must just be letting go of water.

"So if anything, your the reason for my sickness too," he weakly let out.

He made a good point. Wait, no he didn't.

"No, no, no. You had the virus already in you. You transferred it to me!"

He looked at me like I was idiot. "Whatever, just scoot over," he said. He picked up one of the throw pillows and snuggled it. We both sat next to each other, awkward.

"Aww. Look at you two. All toxic and what not," Daisy said, gesturing a nose pinch.

"Yeah. I'm never kissing this intoxicating mess again," I threw the pillow at him.

"Are you joking? Why would I ever want to kiss you again? It wasn't good anyways," he whispered that last part but I still heard him. So I acted on what he said.

"If it wasn't good why'd you let me kiss you that second time?" Eww. I actually gagged a little.

"It was an 'in the moment' thing. I'd never do it again!" He yelled back, nearly throwing up again.

"Oh sure. 'In the moment' my ass. You liked it!" I yelled, head pounding.

"You did too!" He yelled back. Seconds later vomiting into the trash can.

"Whatever you dildo," I shoved his arm.

"Hey don't shove my-" he stopped to gag. "Don't shove my arm," he continued. Shoving my arm.

"Well don't say stupid stuff like that," I shoved him back.

Then, it just turned into us shoving each other nonestop.

"Okay stop, stop," Daisy of all people broke us up. "You guys are acting like children!"

"Yeah well tell him to get over himself!" Mickey pointed to me.

"Tell him that I'm a pretty boy. I don't have to get over myself!" I attempted to yell.

"Scott, Mickey said-"

"Tell this 'pretty boy' to take his head out of his ass! The world doesn't revolve around him!"

"Tell this idiot that I'll get over myself once he can no longer say he's a cheater!" I yelled back.

"Oh yeah, well you can tell this c-"

"STOP!" Daisy interrupted. "I can't tell you guys what yall said because yall keep talking over each other! Shut the hell up and let me deliberate." She inhaled. "Okay Scott, Mickey said get over yourself. Mickey, Scott said he can't he's a pretty boy. Scott, Mickey said take your head out of your ass 'pretty boy.' Mickey, Scott said stop being a cheater. Oh wait you can't, it already happen. Scott, Mickey said...nothing I interrupted. Satisfied?"

We looked at each other than looked at Daisy. Wow, she actually did what we asked. I'm-

Nevermind, it's Daisy. No suprise.

"Look, you two better make the most out of you being sick," she stood up and started heading for the door. "I'm going to that Charlie Elliott guy to get your HW and to Ms. Vanderlin to get your math okay? No fighting while I'm gon or else I'll actually destroy your baby makers. Got that?"

We both knew Daisy, underestimating her would be a tragic mistake.

"Yes." We both replied. With that, she exited the room.