Inner Peace, Outer Chaos| Alex Rider+Tom Harris|

Seven: 'Sick' Day

I hope you laughed at the above as much as I did! Also writer's block is such a pain! Props to people who write through it. (Not me- I waited for it to pass.)
~HJ
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Apparently I dozed off after Alex left, because it's 09:32 and I've just I woken up. Alex is sitting upright, his head resting on the headboard and his eyes resting shut. I'm  in his lap, curled up into a tiny ball and his arms are wrapped protectively around me. Assuming he's asleep, I snake my arms around his torso and snuggle into his chest. I keep my eyes open and the thumbs on his back start to trace small, comforting circles.

'So you are awake,' a voice says from over my head. It makes me jump, and he laughs, a husky chuckle.

'No need to be scared, baby,'. Baby? I don't know why he's calling me that but I like it.

'Baby?' I ask, voicing my thoughts.

'Just trying it out,' Alex says with a shrug. 'What do you think?'

'I like it,' I assure him, to which he replies:

'Okay. Baby.' This boy.

'You've been wiggling around for the past ten minutes and I've been trying to tell if you're awake or not,'

'Sorry,' I apologise, but Alex puts his hands at my waist and pulls me up to his height. He touches his forehead to mine.

'Stop. Apologising. You don't need to,' I give him a weak smile, and he kisses my forehead. I think I'm about to melt.

'Now, are you hungry?' Alex asks.

'Hell to the yeah!' comes my (rather excited) reply.

'Ok then,' he laughs, his smile so big it looks like he slept with a coat hanger in his mouth.

'And I'm making pancakes!' I screech, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

'No, no. You're the guest. I'll c-' he tries protest, but I cut him off.

'Shut up Alex. I'm making pancakes. Now go to the front room.' I command. We're downstairs now, and he slips out from under my arm to go into the living room.

'Okay, Mum,' he quips, and I immediately yell 'Ewwwwwwww!' I can hear him laughing.

A few minutes later, I'm cracking the eggs into a bowl when i feel a sudden warmth at my back. I turn my head to the side and see Alex, with a grin on his face, resting his head on my shoulder. His chin is bony, and just into me, but i don't really mind. Just before i turn my head, I feel his hands place themselves over mine. He starts to crack the eggs like I was, but using my hands as puppet-thingies. I laugh, and that sets him off too, but it doesn't stop us finishing the pancakes like that. We even flip them! This is the type of thing that I think only happens when you date your best friend.

It's too soon that the pancakes are done and he has to step away. It sad, but not bad because we have pancakes! We pile them up (we got a little bit carried away and made 10 American-style) and begin to cover every inch of the food -and plate- with sugary condiments. After carrying our plates over to the table, we're about to sit down, but aAlex shoves his plate on the table, snatched mine, and before I can say hey! he's adopted a waiter's stance, pulled my chair out for me, then says:
'Your pancakes, sir,'
in the poshest accent I've heard in my life. He places my pancakes in front of me, and manages to keep a straight face for around 5 seconds, but then bursts out into uncontrollable bouts of laughter. Soon enough, we're laughing like maniacal hyenas that just committed homicide. The victims were sanity and common sense.

We fight to control our giggles, but every time we make eye contact, the volcano erupts once more. Eventually, we make our way down a long, winding road of hyperventilating and averted eyes which leads us to temporary semi-sanity.

'WE EAT!' Alex shouts, and I think he surprised both of us. Unexplainably, it only starts a round of titters. Maybe we're too excited for the pancakes.

Devouring the mounds of diabetes-ensuring goodness before us proved to be a challenge that is nothing to sneeze at. I make it through three before I'm so full that I think I'm about to explode, and Alex gets to four and a half, but by the time he's done he says he feels like a bloated blobfish.

'Do you want to watch a movie?' Alex asks, and follows it up with 'It'll give us a chance to rest our bellies,'

I suddenly have a burst of confidence, which comes with a great idea. Agreeing, I say 'Sure, sweetheart!' in a perky tone. Alex looks taken aback, but only for a second. After that, he blushes, smiles, loops and arm around my shoulders, and snuggles his head into my neck.

'You should call me that more often, darling,'. Fuck, how does he know just what to say and do all of the goddamn time. I'm not complaining, though.

'Do you want to watch Jurassic Park?'
Hell, I'm terrified of those dinosaurs, but I agree because I can just hide in Alex's shirt during the super scary parts.

'Awesomeeeeee!' he says and I really need to tell him to stop talking in my neck.

Alex puts the movie on in the living room, while i make myself comfy on the couch. He finishes setting up, presses play, then comes and cuddles with me. I like this.

For the rest of the day we watch Jurassic Park/World movies. My favourite character it Owen Grady, the velociraptor trainer. Alex says his favourite is the Indominus Rex.

Eventually, Jack returns home from whatever she was doing all day, and ask us what we want for tea. We decide on carbonara.

That night Alex and I sleep cuddled up again. I have to say, I enjoyed my 'sick' day.
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Have I mentioned I hate writer's block?