Behind Closed Doors

05 - i got you.

Hazel's POV:

So, I fall asleep again.

And then I wake up with a raging headache and a belly full of vomit.

I run to the bathroom and puke and then get back into my bed and clutch onto my penguin.

"I heard footsteps! Are you- oh, baby! You look sick! Are you alright?" Alyssa asks coming into my room. I shake my head.

"No. You should go, Lyss. I just threw up," I whisper.

"Your lover girl is still here. Do you wanna come watch a movie with us?"

"Alyssa, I just vomited," I say.

"Oh! Shit! Code 1919 in peanuts room!" She says walking out. 1919 means sick. They made up this whole code system when people are over for what reason? I don't know.

But they call me peanut. I hate the fucking name peanut. I used to get bullied and they called me that.

But their names were Greg and Gertrude so.. I got them right back.

"Oh no!! What's wrong peanut?!" Zoey shouts. She comes into the doorway.

"I think I'm about to be on my period," I say.

"Oh! So you're not like stomach flu sick okay. Lissie!! Can you grab the heating pad?!" She shouts.

"I'm making her tea! And I'm right here! You don't have to yell Zo!"

"Oh yeah fuck off," she says. Natalia comes into my room.

"Hello, rival," I say. She gives me that look. That "don't say that," look.
"I mean it's true."

"Shut up, smart-ass."

"Yes, Natalia. We go to Harvard, my love." She stays quiet for a second before walking out. "That was very lovely of you!"

"I don't know what you did to her earlier, but she was blushingggg," Alyssa says bringing me tea. She sets it on my nightstand and lays the heating pad in her other hand on my belly.

She walks out as I open my mouth to reply, but comes back a couple seconds later with Pepto and a spoon.

"Open," she says. She feeds it to me and lays me down. She strokes my forehead with her thumb.

"Hey, Peanut, you think you're gonna feel better before work tomorrow?" Natalia asks coming in. I shoot her a glare, and she grins.

"Oh, that one annoys you, hm?" She asks.

"Shut up, Natalia. I'm gonna call you fucking Nutsack," I say. Alyssa laughs, and she sarcastically laughs back at me. "That one annoys you, hm?" I repeat.

"Fuck yourself, Peanut."

"Only if you watch, Natsack," I reply. She rolls her eyes before going into my bathroom. She closes the door, and I chuckle.

"She's probably going into there to masturbate to the thought of you," Lyss teases. I slap her arm. It probably felt more like a tap to her.

"Ouch!" She dramatically says. I chuckle.

"Shush," I say. I close my eyes.

"You're gonna sleep again?" I nod.
"Okay. Goodnight, darling."

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I was rudely awakened this morning by my very lovely roommate's music blasting.

Party music. The shit you twerk to.

"What the hell?" I say leaving my room.

"Zoey's drunk. I'm sorry, baby. How are you feelin?" Lyss asks. She's baking muffins. My favorite fucking muffins. Chocolate blueberry.