• MCYT OneShots •

• Don't Need Your Help - Purpled + Gamerboy80 •

wEEEEE! Request from suicidegeno, I really like this one!

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Characters: Purpled, Gamerboy80

Genre: Platonic fluff, Sick-fic

AU: Real-life

Warnings: None! :D

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|~| Purpled's POV |~|

This morning, I woke up feeling the worst I have in months. It wasn't a nice feeling. My head felt hot and ready to explode, my stomach felt like it was rolling around in circles. I wanted to lie back down and go to sleep. Maybe never wake up again.

I stumbled out of my bedroom anyway, because I can't afford to take a break for stupid self-problems. I've got school! And YouTube! I can't take a sick day and just sleep! (As much as I want too)

I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the small, three-seat bar. My brother is already in the kitchen frying up some tasty-looking pancakes.

"Morning Eighty..." I grumble quietly. Gamerboy80 turns to look at me, a confused look on his face.

"You look horrible." He states honesty, and I snort.

"Really?" I say sarcastically. Eighty puts the pan down on the counter and walks over to me, leaning his arms on the countertop.

"You really don't look good." He says again. I nod slowly. He puts a hand on my forehead and makes a quiet hissing sound. "Your head is really hot."

"Yeah," I mumble again. He's just stating the obvious today, isn't he?

"You're not going to school." He declares. My eyes practically pop out of my head and I stand up from the barstool.

"No! I have a math test today!" I refuse. Eighty laughs. "Since when do you care about a math test?" I think for a second, knowing I really don't care but can't think of a better excuse. I groan aloud and sigh.

"I don't. But I'm going to school." I say stubbornly, crossing my arms. For a second everything goes dizzy and I teeter around, only stabilizing once Eighty puts his hands on my shoulders. He then leads me to the couch and sits me down, tossing a blanket at my head from the other sofa.

I frantically grab at the blanket and remove it from my head, sending a glare at Eighty. He's already back in the kitchen, humming to himself quietly. I frown and lean back on the couch, silently glad that I'm not going to school.

Eighty brings me a plate with two pancakes stacked on it, smiling. "Your welcome kiddo."

"Thanks Eighty," I say, and I mean it. I take the plate from his hands and settle it on my lap, taking a bit. They're fluffy and crispy all at once, and they have the perfect amount of sugar added. "Awesome, by the way!" I call to him.

He's gone down the hallway to his room, probably to start one of his online classes. I sigh and snuggle further into the back of the couch, clicking the button on the remote. The TV lights up and I select Netflix, looking through the tons of movies I could choose from.

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An hour and a half later, Eighty shakes my shoulder, waking me from my sleep. The credits are rolling from my movie, tiny white words difficult to see.

"Hey..." I slur tiredly and Eighty sighs. "What's up?"

"Finished my online classes- I have a two-hour break and I thought we could do something together." Eighty offers. I smile and nod, and he smiles with me. He helps me up off the couch and we walk to the living room table.

"Board game?" I nod again and he studies me for a second before leaving for his room again, where all our board games are stored. I yawn and stretch my sore arms, glancing out the window. I'm assuming it's almost midday, although I can't tell through the cloud-filled sky.

Eighty's footsteps return and I turn to the hallway, watching him appear holding Sorry! and a package of Advil. He places the Advil down in front of me and the game in the middle of the table, taking a seat on the other side.

"Take one of those, you look like your head hurts." He tells me, motioning to the Advil in my hand. I glance down again at the container of small, white pills. I didn't love taking pills, but it wasn't difficult for me either.

"You know me so well." I say instead of complaining.

Eighty chuckles. "You're my brother- of course I do."

I pick out a pill and tilt my head back, swallowing it in one go. I twist up my face a bit due to the disgusting feeling, but get over it and smile again. "Thanks." I say.

Eighty nods. "Just 'cause you're sick doesn't mean I'm going easy on you though." I grin and lean foward on the table, staring at the game box. Little red and blue characters with distressed faces on them stared back, a ring of fire and ice swirling around two. Sorry! was an easy game- I could definitley win.

I look back up at my brother again, matching his challenging smirk. "You're on!"

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//816 Words\\ <3

bRoThErlY lOvE- (I could never, i hate my brother sm lmao)

I hope you guys liked this one!

~Sen