Here We Go Again

Sick

I stand up running to the bathroom and leaning over the toilet puking. s**t. I came back from driving with Sam last feeling like s**t. Now it's 7:00 in the morning and I'm puking. I flush the toilet going up to the sink and washing my mouth out and hands.

I do not want to be sick right now. No way. I stare at myself in the mirror. I look haggard. Bags under my eyes. I look pale as well. I pat my face with damp hands.

I go back to my bed and lay under the sheets. I grab my phone going on Snapchat. I take a snap of my haggard ass face and put.

"Guess who's sick! This b***h!!"

I send that to Sam even though he could easily be sleeping. I sigh. Then sneeze. When I'm sick, is the whole shebang. Puking, coughing, sneezing, stuffed nose, and mucus and obviously the looks show up too. My phone buzzes it was Sam.

It's a picture of him shirtless in his bed the room dark his eyes closed.

"That sucks :( want soup?"

I laugh a bit.

"Maybe later, did you not sleep?" I send him that back with my hand covering my face.

He sends me one back of him in the washroom mirror brushing his teeth. "Nope."

Along with another one the same saying "I've been bored the whole night!!"

I reply with a blank. "I'd say come over, but I'm sick and don't know if you care :/"

It takes him a minute to reply but he replies with.

"I'm on my way to make you feel better from your sickness!!"

I roll my eyes laughing. I stay in bed just going through i********: when my door opens and Sam walks in jumping right onto the bed

  "Hey," He says into the sheets.

  "Hi" I reply.

  "Are you really sick?" He asks.

  "Why would I lie?" I laugh at his stupidness.

  "I don't know" he shrugs looking up he places his chin on his palm looking like a little kid.

  "I puked," I tell him.

  "I didn't need to know" he laughs.

  "Too bad" I reply.

  "Did you take medicine? Or anything?" He questions.

  "No, I didn't go downstairs yet. I feel like s**t remember" I tell him.

  "Want me to?" He asks.

  "I can do it later" I reply.

  "While I'm here I don't want you puking on me, so I'm taking that as a yes" he gets up. "See ya in 5 don't puke please."

He runs downstairs to get me the medicine. I grab my laptop. I sneeze grabbing a tish from my side table. Sam comes into the room breathless.

  "How long did that take me. I ran the whole time" he says I laugh.

  "Like 5 minutes" I shrug.

  "No way, that's long" he mutters passing me the meds and water.

  "Thanks, it was like 3 minutes," I say he grins satisfied.

  "We gonna watch a movie?" He asks. I sneeze again. "Drink your meds and you'll get better" he pats me I roll my eyes.

  "I drank them," I said. "What should we watch?" I asked.

  "Don't care" he shrugs. I felt like puking again so I chug my water. "You okay?"

  "I don't know," I say. "No, I'm not," I said pushing the laptop off of me and running to the washroom. I lean over the toilet and puke. I feel my hair being pulled back out of my face.

After I'm done Sam puts out the water for me. I rinse out my mouth and flush the toilet.

"Thanks" I mutter. I get up washing my mouth in the sink.

"It's not a problem"'he shrugs.

"Just stand like 2 feet away. We don't want you getting sick" I tell him.

"I honestly don't care" he shrugs. "Let's go get you in bed" he pushes me out of the washroom. I get under the sheets. He gets under also on the other side. I grab a tish and sneeze into it.

"You were fine yesterday," he says.

"Yeah, my immune system isn't the best, so it just kinda pops up on me" I replied.

"That's what she said" he grins I laugh.

"You're dumb."

"Hey, I'm helping you!" He tells me.

"I'm like your best friend, of course, you are" I state.

"Shouldn't your boyfriend be doing this?" He questions.

"Dude, I never planned on you taking care of me but look at what you're doing, so honestly no one should," I say. "I also have a question."

"What?" He asks.

"Do you not like Dylan?" He asks.

"Why wouldn't I?" He questions back.

"I don't know, you seem a little weird in front of him sometimes" I shrugged.

"Honestly, we just don't get along. I guess we're just super different but I don't not like him" he tells me.

"Dude we're like the same person!" I exclaim.

"Yeah exactly, and you and Dylan are polar opposites" he nods. "Also, does he even like me?"

"He has no reason not to" I reply.

"Well I don't know" he shrugs."now can we watch something?"

"Fine" I nod. My nose was stuffed so I was talking like an annoying b***h.

~

"Jo! You have to drink it" Sam tells me as I groan.

"Can't I take like Advil or some s**t like that?" I was like a little gold not wanting to take Buckley's. Because Buckley's sucks complete ass and tastes like a literal dumpster.

"No, it doesn't work as good as this, and you don't have the pill form so you have to" he demands.

"But Sam!" I groan.

"Stop being a child!" He tells me then laughs. I bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing.

"I won't take it. You know how stubborn I am with this" I said crossing my arms.

"I will force it down your throat. You can drink water right after" he puts his hands on his hips.

"You look like a dad" I laugh.

"Jo," he says.

It was now 5:40 and Sam's been here all day kinda looking after my sick being.

"No," I said back.

"You're acting like a kid," he tells me.

"We-" I'm cut off by the door opening and my dad coming into view.

"Hey!" He says.

"Hey" we reply.

"I'm gonna order pizza, good with you guys?" He asks we both nod. "Also, Why are you holding Buckley's?"

"No reason!" I said quickly.

"Jo won't take medicine because it tastes bad and she's been puking all day," Sam tells him giving me a look I roll my eyes crossing my arms again.

"Jo" my dad shakes his head. I've done this with him before also.

"I'm not taking it. It'll just make me puke again!" I state.

"It will not!" They said in unison.

"Guys!" I groan.

"You're taking it," my dad says Sam nods.

"I hate you both" I mutter Sam smiles.

"No you don't," he says. It's annoying because he and my dad get along so well. It's trash. "So..." Sam purse his lips after he gives me the Buckley's. He gives me a look and I squint at him. I haven't told my dad about Dylan. Well, he knew I was kinda seeing someone but not filling dating. I shake my head. "So have you met Dylan yet!?" He asks my dad and I glare at him. My dad looks at Sam then me.

"No... why?" He asks.

"No reason, he's that guy I told you about" I butt in.

"Yeah, he's also dating Jo, but no biggie" Sam shrugs I roll my eyes. Asshole.

"You guys are together!?" My dad asks.

"Yeah" I nod I cough.

"You didn't tell me?" He questions.

"It's weird."

"No it isn't," they both say. "I want to meet him."

"We like just starting actually dating dad. It's too quick" I said.

"Well, we're having another barbecue next Friday. Your uncle is visiting. I'm sure he can come to that" he says.

"I'll ask" I nod.

"Ok, thanks to Sam I now know," my dad says patting Sam. And Sam smirks at me I glare back. "If you need anything tell me."

He leaves the room.

"I hate you," I said threw get a pillow at him he laughs.

"He was bound to find out either way," Sam says. I sneeze as I'm about to talk.

"Not like that. And he's weird when I invite new people to the house" I groan laying back.

"He wasn't with me" Sam shrugs.

"That's because he likes you" I mutter laying back he sits next to me.

"He'll be fine" Sam shrugs again.

"No-" sneeze, "he won't."

"How do you know?" He questions.

"You badly like Dylan... my dad and you like each other... so ya!" I explain he rolls his eyes.

"He'll be fine Jo, don't be so negative it's your boyfriend."

"I don't think this medicine is doing its job," I said hurrying out of the bed to the washroom Sam follows. He helps me pull my hair back while I puke into the toilet.

"You've got to give it time," he tells me. After I flush he hands me a cup of water I rinse my mouth.

"Thanks for today" I mutter.

"You don't have to thank me," he tells me. We walk back into the room. I cough feeling the mucus come up. Ew.

"Kinda do when you're hanging around me in this state," I said he chuckles.

"That's what friends are for right?" He asks.

I can't believe I have to now invite Dylan over to this barbecue. To meet my dad and my uncles visiting so he'll meet him too and probably face Lila and Luke So Caleb's family. Ugh. I felt myself get anxious at the thought. I knew I was gonna stay up all night worrying about that s**t.

"Jo, stop worrying. It's giving me a headache. Literally everything will be fine" Sam tells me. "Your dad's not that intimidating."

"He has to go through my uncle too" I mutter.

"Cool, and if he's not dumb he'll pass" he replies he puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me close to him. I find it so weird that it didn't take me long to become myself with Sam. It usually takes me time to eat used to them. He's just comforting to me. "Also, you do realize he needs to get passed me too" he grins I roll my eyes.

"You've met before" I state.

"Have we fully though!?" He questions I push him he laughs. "Let's watch the office and you need to get over it."

Hopefully, I will.