✰imagines~l.p✰

back in the game orrr not.

ring.
the school bell repeats.
students filing to the door desperate to go home. lining up one by one to buses and cars. fortunately i can drive. i walk to my car with the cool fall breeze. football season. it's the perfect time of year with cozy blankets, late nights, watching my boyfriend get W's for the team... cheering happily with my best friends... damn. definitely my favorite time of the year. i drive home in a speedy fashion, so i can get ready for the final game... i park my car and speed inside.

*ding*

baby: hey... i'm not feeling so hot..
don't think i'm able to play tonight
do you wanna come over and make
me soupppppp?!!!!😍

                                          me: awww ofc bubs..hope
                                    you feel better.be over in a bit❤️
read 2:30 pm

well we can't win them all... at least i still get to spend time with him. he looks so good in his uniform and was looking forward to that... but he's sick and i need to play the role as a girlfriend and not a cheerleader
i silently laughed to myself of the thought of me wearing those tight uniforms... i could never.

i fix my makeup for a bit and head to logans.

~arrives~

i knock quietly on his door.
his sweet sweet mother opens the door.
oh how much i love pam
she has my heart 🥺

"oh sweetheart logan really isn't feeling well... he needs you"

"too bad it's the last football game" i said sadly
she nods

my poor baby...

i sprint upstairs cracking his door just a tad to not alarm him...

"baby i'm here" i whisper

"thank fucking god" he groans
the first thing i notice is how hot he is. not only by his appearance of just a hoodie. but this man is ACTUALLY BURNING UP.

"logan! gosh! you're burning up"
i felt logan's body temperature and damn... he really is sick..
"i sorry you couldn't play on your last game bubs..."i say softly rubbing his back

"ya it's okay" he said clearly showing he's upset about it. he pulls the shirt over his head.. his chest practically soaked. poor baby...

"shhh.its okay bub..." i say rubbing his slightly wet back from the sweat beading

"what would make you feel better?" i ask him curiously

"you." he says honestly

"come're" i say

even if he is sick, i am still willing to cuddle with him. i watch him lay his head on my chest looking at arms and rubbing them up and down. i quickly begin to stop him because he's not supposed to comfort me. i'm supposed to comfort him. he cannot switch it up like that.

"baby relax.. i'm okay" i assured him

he nods tiredly

sorry for the weak come back. but hiiiii how is everyone 🥺