~+ Clean +~ •Lovertation•

~+ Chapter 5 +~

I nod and send her a weak fake smile.

She cocks her head to the right and grabs my chin, tilting it up because she was so damn tall.

"Lover." She says simply.

I gulp and look at her.

"Clearly something's wrong. You can tell me," she says in a soft voice.

I sigh and make up something.

"It's just... um... the history test... I dunno if I failed it, and I'm just stressing, and I feel nauseous and I just..." I trailed off. Only half of that was true.

I did feel nauseous and I don't know if I failed it, but I wasn't really stressing that much.

"Lover, you're a smart girl, I guarantee you didn't fail it. Is that why you haven't ate, cause you're nauseous?" She states and asks.

I nod, lying.

She nods. "Okay. Well, you want some meds or somethin? Did you take your anxiety shit?" She asked.

I nodded. "I'll be fine, just too early I think," I say.

She nods. "Wanna watch something?" She asks.

"YES. HEARTSTOPPER." I yell, bouncing a little on the couch with a smile.

She laughs at me and sits next to me, opening her arm so I can crawl into it, which I do.

I get comfortable then we turn it on.

I feel a few pangs in my heart at some of Charlie's scenes, cause I relate to them a little. Poor guy.

The episode ends and I look up at her. She turns her head and kisses mine, as my head was on her shoulder.

I blushed and spoke. "Hi," I said.

She chuckled and adjusted so that I was sitting in her lap facing her. "Hey, sweet girl," she replied back, looking down at me.

I smiled softly and leaned my head on her shoulder, burying and throwing my arms around her neck.

"You wanna try to eat somethin?" She asked gently.

I shrugged.

"Let's try. I'll get you something easy on the tummy, yeah?" She said softly.

I nodded into her.

I sighed, she really wasn't gonna let this go, was she?

"Alright." She said, standing up and holding me with one hand while going to the fridge with the other.

"Mm... what's easy..." she thought to herself.

Water? Nothing? Gum?

"What about yogurt?" She said.

Oh god. But... that's like... 150.

"Um. Sure, I guess..." I muttered.

I felt her nod and crouch forward.

"Watch your head, darling," she said as she leaned forward, still crouched.

I nodded and tucked it far into her shoulder. She pulled 2 yogurts out, closed the fridge, and grabbed 2 spoons.

(Normalize being lazy and not spelling numbers out)