Max's POV
While Lucas was getting something out of the fridge, I was reaching out for my phone and opened it. I just went on youtube to finish a video. Lucas came back with a medicine bottle.
"You know how to open this?" he asks, setting it down on the table.
I nodded my head and covered my face with a pillow
"I'm not drinking that shit." I said before I turned my face to the other side of the couch, I just don't like medicine it tastes awful, I know it makes you feel better but I hate it.
Lucas laughed. "You have to, sweetie. You might get more sick" he said, attempting to open it. "Maybe I'll just have Gatorade" I said, my attention still on my phone.
"Alright, if you say so...." He said walking back to the fridge. When he came back I felt bitter medicine flowing in my mouth. I almost choked so I just had to swallow it.
I gave him a glare. "I really hate you."
"I love you too." The idiot said happily and plotting back on the couch smiling like he was really proud of himself. "You know, maybe you shouldn't always eat so much sugar, and then you wouldn't be sick."
He was kinda right. I mean I should just eat regular stuff. But I'm not gonna let him know that! He's an idiot. Oh, but he's so sweet though. Maybe its just that he cares about me.
"Yeah I guess. Thanks" I said softly. Maybe being sick is okay after all. Because atleast he's babying me.
