I wake up Monday morning feeling like absolute shit. My nose is stuffed up and my brain feels like it's trying to mine through my skull. I feebly try to stand up, only to be hit by a wave of nausea, and fall back on the edge of my bed. My mom is usually up and ready for work by now, so I send her a quick text about how I feel, to which she orders I go back to sleep. I am in no place to argue, nor do I want to, so I gently lay back down, quickly falling into a restless sleep.

When I pry my dry, sore eyes open again at 11:56 I feel no better than I did this morning. The nausea is not to extreme but my cranium feels like its going to split and I have one of those uncomfortable cold-sweats going on. I manage to sit up and fully open my eyes, seeing that my mom has left me a glass of water and ibuprofen on my side table. Mom's can be pretty okay sometimes. After swallowing the pills and forcing myself to take sips of the water that taste disgusting in my dry mouth, I feel scarcely better, and open my phone. Shit, 3 texts from Jack.

From Jacky: Hey where are you?

From Jacky: I miss you :( Are you okay?

From Jacky: I hope your ok, text me when you get this. Sorry for texting so much :/

I quickly text him back and assure him of my some-what-well being.

To Jacky: Sorry Jacky I've been sleeping, I'm sick :( I miss you too

After texting Jack I think about getting some lunch, but quickly decide against it knowing it'll just come back up. Gross, I hate being sick.

From Jacky: :( I'm sorry Do you want me to bring you anything?

To Jacky: Nah I'm fine, I dont wanna get you sick anyway. I'll see ya tomorrow okay?

From Jacky: Okay Lex, Feel better <3

I wasn't lying when I said I missed Jack, I really do. I guess I just saw him Saturday evening, but I didn't seem him all day yesterday and now I won't see him today. It has just become normal, part of my everyday routine to see him. I have become somewhat attached to that skunk haired boy.

I spend the rest of the day mindlessly on my laptop, watching Disney movies and sleeping, hoping I can sleep this off and see Jack again tomorrow. Unfortunately to my avail I am no better when I am pulled out of my sleep the next morning by my ear-piercing alarm clock. I audibly groan and push the hair off my sticky forehead before pulling out my phone to tell Jack I won't be there again.

To Jacky: Im sorry baby, im sick still :( Miss you

I quickly fall back asleep wanting nothing more than to be in Jacks arms.

Somewhere along the line I am pulled from my slumber again only to wake up to a warm body pressed against my side. I slowly blink my eyes open, not as startled as I probably should be, what with another human being in my bed and all. My vision goes into focus and I see the beautiful face of Jack Barakat softly smiling down at me with a slight blush on his face.

“Hey Lex,” he almost whispers to me, “How ya feelin'”

I give a small cough before answering, “Like shit, and as much as I want you here, I don't want to make you sick,” I don't mention how much I hate being taken care of when I'm sick because I hate people pitying me or touching me for that matter (although Jack does seem to be my exception to the no touching thing.)

“I don't care,” Jack mumbles while pressing a kiss into my hair, “I missed you, and I brought your homework,” he points to a small stack of papers on my dresser, “besides your mom called me to come check on you when I was already on my way.”

I smile at him softly, “What time is it?”

“Um like 2:45, I just got here.”

Oh shit I slept for a long time. I look up at Jack again to see him handing me a glass of water, which I obediently take a few gulps of.

“When was the last time you ate?” Jack asks me softly. I stifle out a laugh, he sounds just like my mother.

I have to think about it for a second, “Um I had pizza Sunday afternoon I think.”

“Jesus Lex you need to eat,” his eyes go a little wide in shock.

I quickly shake my head, “Don't wanna.”

“Can we just try?” he asks calmly while petting my hair. Why does he care so much about me after only a few days of actual 'dating?'

“I guess but if I throw up, its your fault,” I groan and slowly sit up from my face down position on the bed. I'm sure I look a mess right now, 2nd day Pjs, unwashed, naturally wavy hair and blood shot eyes, but Jack has seen me covered in my own blood and tears before and he's still here.

He helps me up and looks at me with a very concerned face when I almost fall down after stepping out of the bed. After I assure him its just because I haven't walked in a while, he leads me down stairs seeing as my legs are not very trustworthy at the moment. Jack makes me start off with a pack of gold fish before slowly moving up to chicken noodle soup and a big glass of water. Why is he so good at this? Why is he even bothering with me?

After making sure it all stays down we head back up to my room and cuddle under my blankets while watching some random chick flick that was in my DVD bin. Jack begins playing with my hair and I snuggle contently into his side with a faint smile, blushing slightly when he kisses my cheek. Him being here makes me feel a lot better, even if just momentarily.

**

Jack has to leave at 8:30 and the cold by my side in his absence seems never ending. How have I managed to become so dependent on this boy in just over 3 weeks. It always seems to brighten my day just to see him no matter how cheesy it may seem. I start to wonder if things are going to fast when I realize that we've only really kissed once and other than that it was cuddling or small pecks. Yeah sure Jack took care of me when I was sick, but I've helped plenty of sick just-friends before, so I guess it wasn't that odd. Plus, me and Jack cared about each other before we ever started 'dating' and I think that's because we understood each other. Its not often you find someone you can relate to on that level. I don't ever trust people, I still don't think I fully trust Jack, but I do trust him more than anyone else I know and that's probably why he means so much to me. Not to mention Jack was my someone on that night I needed it most. I just hope someday I can be his someone. I slowly drift to sleep with these thoughts drifting to my head, and smile softly at the thought of being Jacks someone, the one who helps him when he needs it, before sleep finally takes me prisoner.

Notes

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Sorry i didnt update last night, but i was dying my hair and it took a lot longer than i expected :P

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