I was washing some dishes and in my own world humming a tune. As I grabbed the next plate I felt a pair of arms wrap around my torso. I could only guess it was Victor. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping" I only heard mumbling "come on Let's get back to the couch" when I turned around he still held onto me. "I threw up"
I look down at him. He was acting like a kid, he was trembling a little. "It's ok we're did you throw up" he pointed toward the bathroom. "Ok go lay down" I cleaned up the whole bathroom since it's good to sanitize dirty areas.
I walked back to the couch to ask Vic if he was ok. When I got there he wasn't in sight. "Vic?" When I turned my head Vic jumped up and yelled "tackles!" He pinned me to the couch. He buried his face into me. "You called me Vic, you haven't called me since we were dating as kids" I realized I did. "Yeah I guess I did, can you get off please" he held on tighter "now why would I let go if I just got you back?" "Because you still need to rest" he loosened his grip on me and moved his chin onto my chest. "Fine but you have to lay with me" I just layed there while he snuggled up close to me.
+sorry this was short+
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