"Im sick babe." Cameron came down the stairs and sat on the couch next to you.
"Awwe, baby." You said and pulled him closer so his head was on your lap.
"Will you rub my head?" He asked and closed his eyes.
"Of course." You smiled and kissed his forehead. You rubbed his head and he fell asleep.
You got up and walked to the kitchen to eat breakfast. You had a bowl of fruit and some iced tea.
Cameron started moaning in the living room so you walked over to check on him. He was sweaty and restless.
"Oh my god Cameron are you okay??"
"No." he whined and flipped himself over.
You checked his forehead. "You have a fever, babe." You walked upstairs to the bathroom and got some fever medicine.
"Drink this." you said and handed him a cup of medicine and a glass of water.
He whined but you got him to drink it.
"There. Now get some rest. I'll go to the store to get you some juice and stuff I'll be right back." You kissed his forehead and drove to the store a couple blocks away.
You got some Gatorade, crackers, more medicine, and lady products because well it was that time of the month.
You drove home and saw that Cameron wasn't on the couch.. and neither were the cushions. Wtf.
"Cam??" You yelled and nobody answered. You put the bags down and went upstairs. You saw Cameron laying in bed.
"You okay?" You asked him.
"HUH? Yeah. I'm a lot better." He said and fixed the blanket.
"Really? That's amazing. Truly splendid. Now I only have one question."
"Yes love?"
"Cameron Dallas where the fuck is the other half of the sofa?"
"Oh that old thing? I threw it out." He said and turned on the TV.
"Dumbass! Why would you throw it out??"
He looked down and mumbled something.
"What?" You asked raising an eyebrow.
He mumbled again.
"Bruh." You said and gave him a blank stare.
"BECAUSE I SHARTED OKAY." He said and covered his face with the blanket like a little kid.
"You.. what?" Your eyes widened.
"You know.. shart.. shi-"
"I know what it is oh my god." you laughed. "It's okay. You're sick. Everybody does it. Except me of course. But everybody does it." You went over to him and hugged him.
He got up and hugged you standing up.
"I love you, (y/n)."
"I love you dallas. I got you some Gatorade."
He broke away and walked downstairs. "Thanks baby." He said and you followed him.
About half way down the stairs he stopped. He turned around and ran past you upstairs but fell at the top step and didn't make it.
"You didnt." you said and slowly backed away.
"Baby... everybody does it.. right?"
"Not me dammit." you said and walked downstairs.
"So you're just gonna leave me here with shit in my pants??"
"No I have something else for you." you went downstairs and got the box of pads out of the bag.
"Go put like 5 of these on." You said and walked downstairs.
"Thanks love."
"Oh and you're buying a new couch." You said sitting on the floor.
"No shit stains?"
"No shit stains."
<its 2 am and whilst most people are sleeping or clubbing I'm writing shit like this. shit like this is the reason I'm single. shit like this is the reason I have no friends. I WANT CHIPOTLE.>
•I luh this shit btw 😏•
