"Well... Brett is busy with family stuff... I guess Kevvy could come over. He doesn't have anything planned with Fake Shark Real Zombie either." Matt said.
Lauren smiled, and Matt called Kevvy. A few minutes later Kevvy appeared at the door, wearing his usual tie-dye shirt and grey hoodie. Matt went over and started rocking back and forth on his feet.
"Kevvyyyyyyyy?" Matt said. "Lauren is really sick and we have to go out for the rest of the day so can you stay with her?"
"So basically you called me here to babysit?" Kevvy chuckled.
Matt nodded. "Basically, yeah." he said.
Kevvy sat down next to Lauren, who groaned because she was nearly asleep, and started flicking through the TV stations.
"Sure." Kevvy shrugged.
Him and Matt did their little high-five thing. I leaned over couch, kissed Lauren on her neck, and left.
Kevvy and Lauren's P.O.V.
Lauren drifted in and out of sleep, and Kevvy just did his own thing. They laughed and joked about what Matt was like when he was younger.
Eventually it was lunch, and Kevvy went to the kitchen.
"Hey Lauren, you want a sandwich?" Kevvy asked.
"Please!" Lauren said.
After a few minutes, Kevvy came out with two plates. One for him, one for Lauren. She smiled, and Kevvy sat down next to her to watch the next episode of a marathon he was watching.
"It's nice that for once I don't have to make something. When the guys don't want to order out, I have to cook something." Lauren said, nibbling at her sandwich.
"Your sick, I don't want you touching my food." Kevvy laughed. Lauren smiled.
After a while, Lauren got bored and annoyed Kevvy into agreeing to let her braid his hair. She sat behind his, and did a long braid down his back.
Then, Matt and the boys came home.
"Oh my god." Matt laughed, looking at Kevvy.
Lauren had also added makeup, and was trying to convince him to put on a huge dress.
"She got bored." Kevvy said, glaring at Lauren. She smirked and stuck her tongue out.
Matt took a picture of Kevvy, and posted it on Twitter. Kevvy spent the day wt Lauren because she's sick. She got bored. He wrote with it.
Kevvy and Matt skipped up to Matt's room, probably to do random Mevvy things, and Josh sat down next to Lauren. The boys went to do their own thing.
Josh and Lauren's P.O.V.
"Hi!" Lauren chirped, then she started coughing.
"Hi," Josh said, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "Have you gotten up from this couch at all since the time we left this morning?"
"Um... Yeah! Once. Kevvy wouldn't get me my phone on the kitchen table so I had to get up." Lauren laughed.
They talked for a bit, then Lauren pulled her phone from her pocket. "Oh, Josh! Look what I ordered!" she said.
She showed him a picture of a light blue rubber bracelet. He couldn't see what it said, because all he could see was '& Cross the Line'.
"What does it say?" he asked.
"It's from these people I follow on Twitter. The bracelets say Be brave, stay strong, & Cross the Line. I wanted one SOOO bad last time they were taking orders but I was too late and I couldn't get it." she said.
Josh shrugged. "Cool. I like the color." he said.
Lauren smiled. She held up the phone next to his head and smiled. She had specifically picked that color because it reminded her of Josh's hair when the blue was fading into silver.
"It matched your hair at one point." she laughed.
He smiled and laughed. She kept picking at his hair, and eventually Josh pushed her down against the couch and started tickling her.
"Josh..! Stop!" she laughed, struggling to not cough.
Josh's P.O.V.
I laughed and tickled her even more, and she got tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. One thing that never changed about Lauren was that she was ALWAYS the most ticklish person I know.
"Yo Josh! If you're gonna make love to Lauren take it to the bedroom!" Mike laughed, ruffling both of our hair.
"You are a freak." Lauren and I said.
"Says the couple tickling each other on the couch so much the girl sounds like she's having sex." Mike said, going into the kitchen.
Lauren picked up the pillow she had her head against, and threw it at him. It clipped the top of his mohawk. She laughed.
After a few minutes of silence, Lauren spoke up.
"Can I go on your twitter?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow.
"Why can't you just go on yours?" I asked. She smiled.
"Because you have more followers?" she said. I looked at my phone.
"No! I don't!" I said.
"Okay then Marianas Trench has more followers than me." she stated. I checked that too.
"No! We don't!" I said. She moved over and looked at my phone.
"Really?" she chuckled. "Okay then, I have more followers so you should let me go on your Twitter because less people will see it."
"See what?" I asked.
She sighed. "Pweaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeee Joshhhhhhhiiiiiieeeeeeeee?" she whined.
"Fine." I said. She cheered and took my phone.
She typed down a bunch of things, I couldn't even keep track of how much she was writing. Eventually she gave my phone back, and I saw 'I' had tweeted 6 times.
I'm Josh Ramsay, I'm a blue haired douche
I love my sista! @SaraRamsay #MySistaIsDaBest
@JoshiesPrincess is sick, I'm going to wait on her hand and foot until she's all better.
I'm going to give Lauren all my Coke Zero!
At the next concert, I should run around naked, then crowd surf
Badger badger badger badger badger badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM!
I looked at Lauren, raising an eyebrow, and she smiled. "I couldn't think of anything else." she said.
I laughed and shook my head. You see children, this is what happens when you let your girlfriend have your phone -_-
Lauren looked at my phone and laughed. "I love you too Josh." she said, pecking my cheek.
She got up and headed towards the kitchen. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"Kitchen. I'm thirsty." she said.
She came back a few minutes later, holding two cans. She gave one to me. It was Coke Zero, and I smiled.
"I'm guessing these are mine?" I asked. She puffed her cheeks out, with a mouthful of Coke Zero.
"You love me." she said. I smiled, put my arm around her and kissing her temple.
"You're lucky I do. Normally NOBODY is allowed to touch my Coke Zero." I said. She smiled.
Sorry this was such a short chapter, I really couldn't think of anything to write. I know this is very soon, since the last one was like, 2 chapters ago, but ANOTHER STUPID CONTEST TIME!!! The time limit is my birthday, on the hour I was born and everything, so February 6th at 11:50 PM. Good luck! But literally, anything. JUST COMMENT!
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