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August's P.O.V

As if this week couldn't get any worse.

Grayson was practically ignoring me, and I was in the early stages of a cold.

I'd taken off the week from work.

Which I really couldn't afford, but I wasn't feeling too well about this whole thing with me and Gray...and now I physically feel too ill to do anything.

I've just let myself get back to my roots. Which consists of watching Netflix,and not getting up from my couch. Along with the most unhealthy binge food.

Except...I was trying to get better here, so soup and medicine was all it was for me.

I grabbed the remote and started searching for something new to watch. I was in the mood for something quite scary.

As I skimmed through this one movie, a jump scare popped up and I nearly fell off the couch in fear. Except, I spilled the bowl of vegetable soup all over myself.

I groaned, and carefully stood up as I carried the bowl in my hands. I waddled over to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink.

I took my shirt off and slid my sweatpants off, along with my underwear.

This was especially annoying because I had just taken a shower this morning, and now I smell like vegetable soup. Could my week get any worse?

Just before I could turn the shower on I heard a knock at my door.

I stopped for a moment, then realized I could just ignore it and continue on with my uneventful day. So I did.

Until they knocked two more times.

Curse my curiosity, because I just couldn't let it go this time.

I quickly ran into my bedroom and pulled my robe off of the door it was hanging from.

I whipped the door open and my jaw nearly dropped.

"Grayson?"

He smiled as he held up a paper bag, and what looked like a green smoothie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a confused tone, as I leaned on the door.

"Well, I heard from a little birdie that you were sick."

I furrowed my brows.

"Who?"

"I went to your work, they said you were off for the week because you weren't feeling well."

"Oh..." I nodded.

"So..., I brought you...some..."

He read the label.

"Chicken noodle soup! And uh...some green drink...smoothie thing? That I heard is supposed to help if you're sick. So, if you're not better in five minutes I got ripped off."