About a week went by at California and Y/N...started to get a little bored.
They couldn't go out to the clubs.
They couldn't go to bars.
They couldn't do anything, really.
Well...
They could.
But today they definitely couldn't.
When it was two in the afternoon on a rainy afternoon in the little apartment, the band was a little concerned as to why the girl hasn't awaken yet.
"You think she's alright?" Zacky asked.
"Who knows? But I remember being a teenager and staying up till like, four in the morning then waking up at three in the afternoon." Matt recalled.
Brian stood up.
"I'll just check." He sighed as he walked through Matt's room and knocked on the girls door.
Y/N groaned and pulled the covers back over her head.
Brian furrowed his eyebrows and entered with caution.
"Hey," he said, "you alright? It's two o' clock."
"Do you have soup?" She wined.
"Soup? Why, what's wrong?"
"Is she alright?" Matt called.
"Yeah she's fine." He responded, "(prefix of name), are you sick?"
"Yeah." She sniffled.
"Let me feel your forehead."
"No. Wait till I get up."
Syn sighed and pulled the covers down and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
"You're sweaty and warm." He said.
"Hey, Zack!" Brian called as the pierced lip man came in.
"What's up?"
"She's got a fever can you just make some of that ramen quick?"
Zacky looked at the ill female and walked over.
He placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
"Shit," he said, "alright I'm on it. Do you wanna set her on the couch or-"
"Yeah I'm doing that right now," Brian said, "can you walk?"
'Hm...take the opportunity, Y/N. Take. It.' Y/N told herself.
"No." She shook her head.
Syn sighed and lifted the girl who happened to be in her underwear.
"Sorry.."
"Does it look like I care?" Brian asked as they entered the living room.
"Incoming sick girl." Brian joked around as Matt and Johnny stood up.
"What happened?" Johnny asked.
"She's got a fever. Feel." he said as the other two men felt her forehead.
Y/N sneezed.
"Sheesh, (prefix of name)!" Matt chuckled and handed her a tissue box.
"Here," Johnny said as he turned the tv on and put on one of her favorite tv shows.
"Thanks." She barely spoke.
"Incoming hot ass bowl. Incoming hot ass TRAY, I mean." Zacky said as he walked in with a white apron and a tray of soup, butter bread, and water.
