I was sick for the past week and I haven't told my parents (not that they would care) or my friends.
I was hoping that the flu would go away before anybody noticed.
But it didn't. It just got worse as each day passed.I was interrupted from my thoughts when the doorbell rang.
I got up and walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole before answering it.It was Eddie.
Shit.
He has a spare key.
I started to panic. My head was in overdrive as I scampered to the couch where I had previously been lying.I started to shove all the tissues under the couch.
Eddie could not know that I was sick.
He'd never even look at me again.
I was so close to getting them all underneath my couch but I heard a click at the door.
Crap.I looked up at him and just smiled.
"Hey Eddie" I said maintaining my smile.
"Hey Y/N are you okay?" He asked with a concerned painted across his face."Yeah I'm fine, why, what's wrong with you?" I replied still holding my smile.
"You don't look fine" He shot back.
"I am fine!" I practically yelled at him.
I sniffled."You just sniffled" He said with a smirk.
He began to walk over to my kitchen cabinet.
"Just take this" He said handing me a thermometer.He finally smiles.
Cute motherfucker.