hey guys. I know it's been a while, sorry! at first I stopped because I thought no one was reading these and I was getting busy. but then some pretty serious personal stuff happened with my family and I took an even longer break. anyway, I'm back, sorry for the long wait! thanks for all your lovely comments and support it means so much to me! good to be back.
sighing, you picked up your phone. you were incredibly bored and feeling lonely. you decided to text your friend, PJ. well, he was more than a friend really but you had never really labeled the situation.
you: hey. wanna come over?
not a minute had passed when your phone buzzed.
peej: I wish. I'm sick.
you: aw! ok I'll be there soon.
peej: no no y/n seriously it's fine.
you rolled your eyes, not taking no for an answer. of course you were going to go try and make your friend feel better. you quickly whipped up some chicken noodle soup and headed over to his house. he had been staying at his parents house for a few weeks because his place was undergoing construction.
you knocked at the door. after a few seconds, his mother opened the door and smiled.
"oh hello, y/n. PJ's not feeling very well but I'm sure he'd be fine if you just quickly said hello."
"thanks!"
you clambered up he stairs and pushed his bedroom door open confidently. your eyes fell on PJ, who was lying in bed, his hair a mess, his mouth slightly open, he did look sick. as soon as he saw you he let out a cry,
"y/n!" he pulled the blankets over his head and turned his back to you, still fully covered.
you laughed and approached his bed hesitantly. "that's a very nice greeting, it's nice to see you too PJ." you tried to lift the blanket from his face but he clutched it tightly.
in a sniffly voice he mumbled "no, don't, I look so bad right now."
you smiled down at the covered figure with admiration "oh please." you said softly. "like you could ever look less than majestic." yet he still wouldn't show his face. "okay, I understand. I made you some soup and will let you rest. see ya PJ."
you stood up to leave but he immediately called out "no stay."
his little sick voice just made your heart melt. "ok." you tried to sit on the floor by his side but his figure shifted slightly.
"I like having you here, you just can't look at me."
you highly doubted he looked as bad as he was saying but wanted to respect his wishes. you took his movement as a cue to join him in his bed and you nestled into the mattress calmly.
the two of you lay there quietly for a while, your back to him, when you felt an arm snake over your waist. you lay completely still but you were aware that he had removed the blanket from his face.
"oh god, I hope I haven't made you sick."
"I don't mind."
you turned over slightly to meet his gaze. his nose was red and he looked pretty good for a sick person, you had to say.
"you look great, PJ."
he just smiled at you before getting up slowly. he took the blanket with him, wrapping it around him and walking over to a room across from his with a tv, like a walking burrito. you followed and curled up next to him. for the rest of the day you watched movies and ate soup with your sick "friend".
"thanks, y/n. you really are the best."
"any time."
he rested his head on your head, staring at the tv show that was playing.
"I love you." he murmured quietly.
"I love you too."
hope that was ok!! let me know, I love your comments.
