Rafe's pov:
The next morning I woke up before Mila. I grab a
t-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading into my bathroom. I hop in the shower quickly, hoping the sound of the water hitting the tiles wouldn't wake up Mila. I shower as fast as I can before heading back out to my room.I look over at Mila, still asleep in my bed. She lay curled up with her he'd burrowed into the pillow. I notice a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She shivers under my comforter. I place a hand on her forehead. She was definitely very warm.
I run down stairs and grab a bottle of water. I head into the bathroom and grab a bottle of ibuprofen. I race back up the stairs. When I reach my bedroom I notice Mila waking up.
"What time is it?" She asks. Her voice comes out raspy and groggy.
"It's around 11. Mi, do you feel okay?"
"No, I feel awful."
"I grabbed you medicine and water." I hand her the bottle of water. She takes it and downs the pills and water. Mila lays back down, burying her head back into the pillows.
I walk over to my windows and close the curtains. I grab another blanket from my closet and lay it on the sick girl.
"Thank you." She mumbles.
"Do you need anything else?" I ask, concern pulling on my brows. I squat down in front of her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
She shakes her head. I could tell she was about to go back to sleep. I head downstairs to watch TV in the living room. Sarah walks in the front door as I come down the stairs.
"Sarah? Where were you?" I ask.
"Topper's. I heard you got in a fight with dad so I came home to check in."
"Dad's not here. He and Rose are at a business thing."
"Oh." She looks around the foyer. Water still flooded the floor from Mila and I coming back into the house. "Why is there so much water?"
"Mila's here. She pushed me into the pool last night."
"Mila?"
"Uh, yeah. From the party."
"Are you guys a thing?" She asks confused.
"No, no. I couldn't do that to her. She's my best friend. We've been hanging out for like a month."
"Wow, my big brother has a real friend. And she's a girl!" Sarah teases.
"Sarah, look, I like her. I don't want her to go away, so please don't do anything and don't let Topper push her away."
"Oh, Rafe. I wouldn't do that. I can tell you have a lil' crush on her."
I let out a sigh. "I'm not gonna act on it. I can't."
"Rafe, you deserve someone good. She makes you a better person."
"When she realizes who I am, she'd be heart broken. I can't do that to her."
"Rafe..."
"I should probably go check on her." I speak up.
"She's here?"
"She's really sick. She's upstairs, in bed."
"Is she okay?"
"I think so, I'm not sure what's wrong. Probably just the flu."
I turn to go back upstairs. I peek my head into my room before stepping inside. Mila was awake, sitting on her phone.
"Hey.." I catch her attention.
She looks over to me, a small smile falls onto her lips. "Hi."
"You doing okay?"
"Yeah. I mean flu symptoms aside."
"Good, I'm glad. Do you need anything?"
"I would say come lay with me, but I don't wanna get you sick."
I let out a giggle, climbing into the bed next to her. I pull her toward me, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. She pulls herself closer to me, wrapping an arm around my torso.
I feel my heart race in my chest. I liked the feeling of her being pressed against me. It felt natural, like this is how it should be. I release a breath, relaxing into the bed with her.
"You don't care if you get sick?" She asks softly.
"Not if it makes you feel better." I say honestly.
"Thank you, Cameron." She says sweetly.
"Of course, Mi."
"You were right. You're not all that bad."
"Told you not to judge a book by its cover." I joke.
She lightly hits me on the shoulder. "You're so stupid." She giggles.
"Hey, hey! You're supposed to be sick."
"Don't make me cough on you." She threatens.
"Oh, god."
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Opia || Rafe Cameron
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