"y/n..."
"y/n, wake up." i opened my eyes to see my boyfriend, mattia, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"mattia? what are you doing here?" i asked and rubbed my eyes as i sat up.
"i wanted to come see you," he said.
"i told you not to. i don't want you to get sick."
"i don't care. come here," he said, and held his arms out. i hesitated for a few seconds before crawling over and hugging him.
"are you feeling any better?" he asked, rubbing my back.
"a bit."
"i missed you today," he said.
"i missed you too," i replied, pulling out of his arms.
"oh shit, i almost forgot," he said and pulled a tupperware container out of his bag.
"i brought you some of my mom's soup. your favorite," he said, handing it to me. i puffed out my bottom lip and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"i love you," i mumbled into his shoulder.
"i love you too," he replied, rubbing my back, "i'm gonna go warm the soup up, okay?"
"okay."
"pick a movie, i'll be right back," he said then walked out. about 3 minutes later, mattia came back with a bowl of the soup he brought, and a powerade, which i'm guessing he got from my fridge. he handed them both to me and sat down on the bed next to me.
"what're we watching?" he asked, putting a pillow behind his head and getting comfortable.
"the sandlot," i replied.
"oh, hell yes."
***
after we finished the sandlot we put on the lion king, but i started to fall asleep.
"you getting tired?" mattia asked.
"a little bit," i mumbled.
"get some sleep. i'll be here when you wake up."
"wait, don't you have school tomorrow? i asked, lifting my head up.
"well, yeah, but i'd rather stay here with you than learn about dumb shit all day," he said.
"but-"
"i'm not changing my mind. deal with it and go to sleep," he said.
"fine," i huffed and laid my head back on his chest.
"wait. i want a kiss."
"mattia, i told you i don't want to get you sick."
"and i told you i don't care. come on," he said. i thought for a few seconds before pressing my lips to his cheek.
"you missed," he said.
"i am not gonna g-" he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. the sound of lips attaching and detaching filled the room. after a few seconds more, he pulled away and smirked.
"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said. i rolled my eyes.
"if you get sick you better not blame me because you know damn well that it would be your fault," i said before laying back down on his chest and closing my eyes.
"whatever. goodnight stupid," he spoke. i smiled, eyes still shut.
"night dumbass."
