When I wake up Justin isn't in bed with me. I sat up and looked around my dark room. "Justin?" I don't get an answer. I turn on my lamp and get out of bed. "Justin?" I called out again, opening my bedroom door. I sigh and start heading downstairs. I coughed into my hand before sighing. "Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?" I mumbled, grabbing the blanket out of the cupboard and wrapping it around me.
"Kitchen."
"What are you doing?" I asked, walking into the kitchen and looking at him.
"making soup." I leaned against his side and yawned. He wraps an arm around me. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," I mumbled. "Just tired."
He nods. "Are you hungry?"
"A little," I told him, looking at his soup.
"Why don't you get some crackers and I'll get some drinks?"
"Sounds good." I walked over to the cupboard and got the crackers out. he goes to the fridge and get out some juice.I slid onto the counter and tightened the blanket around me.
"Cold?" he asks.
"A little," I murmured, sniffing.
"Can i get you anything?"
"A hug," I told him, holding my arms out. He comes over and hugs me. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sighed. "I hate this," I muttered, coughing lightly.
"I know love." he rubs my back.
I wrapped my legs around him before pulling the cover around both of us. "Let's stay like this," I murmured. "In our own world where neither of us are sick."
"We can as soon as we both get better."
I sighed and pulled back. "Okay." He kisses my forehead.
He gives me a bowl of soup with a few crackers then takes our drinks. "We should eat in the dining room," he told me. "We shouldn't stay cooped up in your room." I nod and get off the counter. We sat down at the table and started to eat.
"We should take medicine once we're done."
"We should," he agreed, getting up. "I'll get it." He comes back with it a few minutes later.
"I hate this medicine," I told him, sighing.
"I do too love." I kissed his cheek and sat back, quickly taking the medicine. I groan. I hate that stuff. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. "It's disgusting, but we have to take it." He takes some as well.
I grinned at his grimacing face. "Love you, Just. I can't believe you're staying here with me while I'm sick."
"Well, I'm kind of sick, too, now, so it doesn't really matter," he teased. "But I love you, too."
"Have you found out about any universities yet?" I ask.
He shook his head. "Not yet." I nod. "What uni are you going to?" he asked, resting his hand on his head.
"I'm not sure yet, I've only just gotten one acceptance letter so far." He nodded and rested his head against the table. "Do you know where you want to go?"
I shrugged. "Anywhere, as long as I get what I want to do."
He turned his head to look at me. "What do you want to do?"
"Take pictures."
He smiled. "A photographer?"
I nod, smiling. "Yes."
