𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 | the outsiders imagines.

sick day

YOU WERE REALLY FEELING LIKE SHIT TODAY. your nose was stuffy, you felt like throwing up every 5 minutes, and you were coughing up a storm.

you had stayed home from school and decided to lay in bed all day. your parents were gone at work, leaving you alone in your house.

when the doorbell rang you groaned, who in the world is coming over here at 11 am?

you struggle to get out of bed but, you make it down stairs and open the front door to reveal your best friend steve.

"why the hell are you here?"

you question, steve letting himself in.

"i just wanted to see what y/n was doing today,"

he replies jokingly, flopping down on your couch. he looks up at you for the first time since he got here and gasps.

"what in gods name happened to you? you look horrible!"

"gee thanks."

you say sarcastically, making your way back upstairs, steve follows close behind.

"sorry y/l/n - but it's true!"

he laughs out siting next you on your bed.

"whatever, randle."

you mumble, hitting him across the head. he chuckles and hits you back but, much harder which sends you flying down to the floor.

"HEY!"

you roar, getting back up and charging at your giggling friend.