don't leave (l.h)

5.

I lied in my bed when mom came up with a cup of tea. I couldn't go to school today since I had gotten some kind of flu or the cold. I was freezing yet sweating -which was a sign of fever and my throat ached as heck. It felt like someone was having a great party in my head and I just wanted to sleep all day. Two nights ago, when I kissed Drew he must have sent some kind of virus to me. And no, I'm not talking about some kind of sexual-disease. Shove that goodnight kiss up your ass. I thought to myself. My mom put down the tea on my bedside table and kissed me on the forehead.

"Careful mom, you don't wanna get sick too, do you?"

She chuckled a little then walked out of the room. After a minute she returned with a glass of water and ibuprofen. She also put them beside the teacup.

"I'm going to work now, sweetie. I Hope you get better." she said, winking. I rolled my eyes at her and said goodbye.

This is something I've been living with my whole life. My mom or dad always tells me when I get into some situation or get sick that they Hope I'll get better, or Hope I'll find a solution. It was funny when I was about four to ten, now it's just annoying but they wont stop saying it. They think that they're making me feel better, actually it's pretty embarrassing. But everyone's parents are embarrassing so it doesn't really matter that much. I just don't know if normal parents fight as much as mine does.

My parents love each other -at least thats what they tell me- but I've been getting this vibes that they no longer do. I mean someone who loves another doesn't fight with that person as fast as they get the opportunity.

I took a sip from my tea and then opened the ibuprofen packet and clicked out a pill. I swallowed it with water and then drank my tea again. I lied down on my back staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep because of the light that was shining through my thin curtains. I've always wanted to change them, I just never have had the time. I closed my eyes to focus on something and them maybe fall asleep. After about ten minutes of trying my impatience kicked in and I had to get up. I was wearing a big t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. I walked down the hallway and down the stairs. I sat down on the couch turning on the TV. Skipping through channels, some of them I didn't even knew existed, but there was nothing to watch.

As I felt my throat drying I realized I had forgotten my tea upstairs, and so my phone. I sighed of exhaustion, standing up to go and get my tea and phone when the door-bell rang. I thought about who could be visiting me on a school day and opened the door. To my surprise I saw Luke. I sighed and let him in. He shuttered of cold as he hung of his coat. He walked in and sat down on my couch starting to look through the channels on my TV.

"Hello, you too." I said, stepping up the stairs. No answer, I figured he thought I was watching him so he just nodded. I brought my phone and my tea from my room and suddenly it hit me.

"What the hell!" I yelled. I rushed down the stairs just to meet a grinning Luke staring at my TV. "What the hell." I threw my hands out. "You can't be here, what if my mom comes to check on me?" He glanced at me for a second his smile slowly getting bigger.

"See that guy of yours made you sick huh?" he asked.

I put down the cup on the coffee table and my phone beside it. Stretching out my legs over his thighs as I lied down on the couch.

"How do you know?" I asked looking at him. He was still faced to the TV.

"I saw you, idiot." he smiled.

I slapped a hand over my face. "That's so embarrassing!"

"So how was it?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I felt like punching him.