*RING RING RING*
I woke up to my annoying alarm clock. Again. That piece of shit. One day I'm going to fucking kill it. I don't feel well. Damn it my fucking throat.
"Dad." I called out, my voice sounding like shrek.
"Yeah?" My dad replied.
"Come here please." I said, my voice still sounding like shrek.
"Okay." He replied, walking upstairs.
I heard his footsteps slowly walking toward my room. The doorknob twisted and my dad walked in.
"What's wrong kiddo?" He said, eyes filled with concern.
"My throat hurts." I replied, shrek like.
"Okay, I'll call the front office and tell them you can't go to school." He said, taking out his phone from his back pocket.
I nodded and laid my head on my pillow. I looked at my dad, and smiled. I really love him. He went back downstairs, talking on the phone. I closed my eyes slowly and fell asleep.
*RING RING RING*
Why the fuck does that fucking alarm clock keep fucking ringing? I woke up, groaning. My throat still hurts, I feel like shit. What a perfect fucking day. I sighed in annoyance.
I looked at the alarm clock. It wasn't fucking ringing. I looked at my phone, it was ringing. Damn you phone. I grabbed my phone and put it on my ear.
"What the fuck do you want?" I said in annoyance.
"Someones on their period." A familiar voice replied.
"Who's this? And no I'm not on my fucking period." I said, still annoyed.
"It's your fuck buddy." The person replied.
"I don't have one." I said, very irritated.
"It's Jayden, dumbass." He replied, smirking. I could tell he was smirking, I mean he's Jayden.
"Why the hell are you calling me?" I said.
"Well you didn't fucking attend to school today." He replied.
"No shit I didn't. Why do you care anyways?" I said, annoyed.
"Aren't we like best friends? Best friends care about each other, right?" He replied, with happiness.
"Yeah, I guess." I said, confused.
"Now now, I'm coming to your house and helping you. NO BUTS!!" He replied, with joy now.
I hung up and threw my phone on the floor. Yeah it would've broke but I don't care about that now. What I care about is why Jayden wants to take care of me.
About 10 minutes later I heard a doorbell. I lazily walked downstairs, towards the door. I opened the door and there stood Jayden.
Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect.
I didn't just think that.
"Well hello." He said, walking in the house.
"Hi." I replied quickly.
"You sound like shrek." He said, walking towards the kitchen.
"No I fucking sound like an angel." I huffed in annoyance.
He didn't reply after that. He got some food ingredients that I can't name. He stared cooking some food.
DAMN HE CAN COOK? He has a nice ass.
I didn't think that again.
I walked towards the couch, turning on the tv. I changed it too SpongeBob. Don't judge, when I'm sick I watch SpongeBob. SpongeBob's amusing.
Jayden started whistling, I looked behind me. He poured some soup into 2 bowls and walked towards me. He put 1 bowl on the table and sat next to me.
"I made some soup, now I must feed you!!" He said jokingly.
"But I don't need to be fed." I replied, sounding like shrek again.
"Yeah you do. Best friend slash babygirl, I will take care of you!" He said seriously.
"Fine." I replied in defeat.
He started feeding me. Yeah it's weird but this soup is hella good. After he feeds me one spoonful of soup, we cuddle. He makes me feel safe. I know it's cheesy but being in his arms make me happy.
No it's not "friends with benefits". I'm sick, he's here for me. No I'm not some slut, he's my best friend.
Suddenly, the door opened.
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