Sick Boy

It was 7pm. The timing was just right. Both of them knew what the other was thinking for they had known each other for a long time. The girl then playfully went close to the boys face. Their faces were close enough to hear each other breath. She extended her hand and let her index finger slide up the boy’s chin, while she got even closer and said: “I love you.”
The Friday began with yet another catastrophic sneeze. Nico, who had gotten sick again, awoke by sneezing himself awake. It wasn’t all that uncommon for him, but he still thought of it Ironic that he could sneeze himself awake. As he checked his temperature he knew he wasn’t sick, but the fact that he couldn’t quite get up the stairs to the kitchen was enough to tell him that this day would be a bad day. Knowing that fighting his pain just to get breakfast would be pointless; he compromised for a glass of water from the bathroom and went back to sleep. Yet another day away from school, he thought. He knew that his troubles in school were on the rise, and that being sick would only make them worse. The Ironic thing about this was that the troubles in school were a big reason he was sick in first place. A chain reaction was slowly gaining control over his life.
As usual, when evening draws near, the sickness slowly goes away. So during the evening, Nico settled for a quick shower and some evening snack to satisfy his hunger. It was right after he was dry, that the doorbell rang. He was alone that day, because his parents were out once again for work. Seeing that he was the only one who would answer the door, he went to see who it was who was ringing the bell. He opened the door slowly to find standing before him a blond beauty. Her name was Olivia and he knew her well. She was tall, yet not as tall as him. She had a stunning smile about her, and always wore clothes which I never noticed, cause I was too busy looking at her cute face. Her shiny blond hair followed her every step as to say: “Olivia was here.” She was truly a sight to behold. And for today, she was my sight to behold, alone.
As she entered the living room, she pointed a finger at my chest, looked straight at my eyes, and asked: “Why are you not in bed?”
I tried to answer but she had already continued with: “Sick people belong to bed. And since you were sick today, off to bed we go.”
I was a bit shocked by her sudden determination, but was also curious behind her sudden motive to come visit me after sun down. Before I could continue thinking tough, she pulled my hand and dragged me to my bedroom.
Once in my room, she pushed me unto the bed and put a blanket over me. She then left the room and closed the door. I was a bit too clueless as to what just happened, to question her intentions. I waited in my bed for about 3 minutes when she suddenly walked in again. Her face was sparkling even more than before, her eyes were full of a shiny light of ’intention’, and the clothes she was wearing had changed. (As for her clothes, all she did was take off her jacket, but I didn’t really notice that.)
She then went to edge of my king sized bed. It was where my feet were. She slowly crawled on top of it and came closer. “My S.I.C.K. boy, today I will stay with you,” came out of her mouth as her face kept coming closer. By the time she stopped coming closer, I could feel her breath on my face. “I love you,” was what she said right before falling asleep in my arms. While she had her eyes closed, I told her back: “I love you too.” I pulled the blanket over her and then went to sleep. My day had ended early, but in an incomparable way. I did not regret having to sleep early that day; I did not regret it at all.”
Sick Boy, by Nico H.