You don't even like girls. (freelance husbands)

Day 1

AN: I guess I should warn you that the story is a little sad, but it's fine! everything is fine!

It was a cold rainy night. The pitter-patter of the rain tapped against the glass of each window inconsistently. The streets soaked and overflowed with water, and the wind blew so furiously the people indoors could hear it.

It was a good time to be inside, but these two were never exactly 'lucky'.

They had been out in the cold for an unknown reason and for an unknown amount of time.

If one were to ask the two what they were doing, they would respond, but the stories that they told... were so wild and confusing that it would never be clear if they told the truth or a joke.

The taller of the two, Sam, was shaking and shivering like the wet dog he was. He took off his coat and shook his heavy pelt free from the droplets that stuck to his body. The smaller of the two, Max, looked up at his friend with disdain after being showered with water from the outdoors for a second time.

He scoffed

"That's really classy Sam, why don't you chew my shoes and lick my face while you're at it?"

Despite the question being rhetorical, Sam couldn't help but take advantage of the situation.

He gave Max a wet sloppy 'kiss', licking from the bottom of his face to the top of his head. Earning a respective

"UGH GRODY"

Sam just looked at the rabbity thing with an unreadable face before saying

"Sorry little buddy, I thought you were serious." Sam chuckled at that and began to walk towards his grandmother's bathroom.
The lagomorph couldn't help but smile again. somehow despite this not being his house or his family, he felt as if he were home. Perhaps it was the warmth or the fact that he was constantly there, or maybe it was the fun he was always having with Sam. Maybe it was the fact that Max was coughing- wait a minute.

Max has never been sick before.

Oh God, his throat burned. Being sick sucked. No wonder he and Sam have never tried it out before.

Did he just cough up petals? And blood? Gross. Max didn't remember eating a flower but he didn't remember a lot of things so it's probably not important. Without thinking, Max was calling Sam over to inspect his new problem.

"HEY SA-"

"He's a little busy in the shower right now." Sam's grandmother walked in, presumably waking up from a nap. Her elderly features seemed tired. However, she perks up when she sees what's in the rabbit's hand.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, I coughed it up. Pretty neat huh?"

There was a silence that washed over the tired dog

"My boy, you have a very serious illness"

"Are you trying to say I'm 'sick'? as in, I'm cool? It's ok, I know old people have a hard time keeping it fresh with the kids."

The old woman was wiser than most, sure. And had a tendency to confuse many, but are people really this dumb?

"No, no, you have the Hanahaki disease"

"Oh ok!"

Max was certainly taking the news well... mostly because he didn't understand it.

"Look at me"

The tone in her voice suggested that Max should just listen.

"This is a rare sickness and it could be fatal. I-I don't know how to explain this..."

a pause was taken for her to think.

"How do I phrase this... You have fallen so deeply in love, that it hurts. In fact, it's destroying you on the inside. Literally."

The old dog flinched.

"God, you're too young for this."

That much was true, Max was only 17.

"In order for this curse to be lifted, you have to confess your feelings."

She prayed that the lagomorph would listen. Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, he really was too young to die.

"So I'll stop coughing up this- whatever it is- if I confess my feelings?" With Max's heavy New York accent, it almost sounded like he was joking. But his face suggested otherwise like he was thinking.

"But who do I confess to?"