Stampy's POV
The next day I woke up with a smile on my face and feeling ten times better. Squid was right. Writing down my feelings did work. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. For once I didn't feel a wave of dread washing over me. Smirking, I went into the bathroom where I showered, brushed my teeth, washed my face and used the toilet. Once I was done I looked at myself in the mirror and for once, I actually felt confidant in the way that I looked. I smiled to myself before unlocking the door and walking out into the hallway. Squid was leaning up against the wall that was outside of the bathroom, looking down at his phone with a goofy smile spread across his face.
I took a small step towards him and peeked over his shoulder. On the screen was a text conversation between him and somebody called 'Nicole'. I tapped Squid on his shoulder, causing him to make a small yelping noise and drop his phone. I chuckled as he gave me a fake death stare and bended over to pick his phone up again. As he did so my phone started to ring, signifying that I had a call. Sqaishey came into my mind instantly. I ran into my room, picked up my phone, pressed answer call and held it up to my ear. A nurse started to speak to me, scaring me a little bit.
"Hello? I would like to inform you that today, for a whole twenty four hours, you can bring your friend out of the hospital. Its part of a new scheme that we are doing. I'll explain once you get here. Okay, bye!" With that the nurse hung up, leaving me in a state of shock and joy. By the word 'friend' I knew that they meant Sqaishey. I was allowed to bring her out of the hospital for a whole day!? I jumped up and started to punch the air. I was so happy! I would be able to see what she looked like without any wires or tubes trailing around her body! I turned my phone off, slipped it into my pocket, and ran back into the hallway.
Squid was still standing in the exact same place that he was when I walked out of the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, smiling, staring down at his phone. I was starting to think that he had some sort of crush of this 'Nicole' person. I closed my bedroom door behind me and walked into the kitchen, where I made myself some tea as well as a small bowl of cereal. I was feeling a little bit more better than I was a few days ago so I thought that I possibly had the chance that I would be able to eat a small meal without throwing up. I took the small china bowl, as well as the steaming hot cup and placed them on the dining table. In the early morning light they actually looked quite nice. I sat down on the table and began to eat.
Halfway through my cereal Squid walked into the kitchen, a hint of a smile on his face. He wans't looking at his phone yet I knew that the smile was caused by the thing. He made himself some toast and tea before sitting down opposite me and pulling out his phone. At once he started to text this infamous 'Nicole' person again. With every bite of toast he ate he sent another text. The same went with every sip of tea he took. After a while he did put down his phone so he could look up and look at me. The biggest smile was stuck onto his face. He was happy alright. I also noticed that there was a small blush rising up on his cheeks.
"So, why are you smiling so brightly? Is it due to this "Nicole' person?" I asked. The blush that was on his cheeks got a lot brighter much faster. He chuckled nervously.
"Y-Yea...I really like her. We have been talking for a while and...Now...I kind of want to ask her out on a date." He paused as if he was pondering about something. "How do I ask her that question though? Like, what should I say?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Why on earth are you asking me this question? I have a girlfriend, but heck, Squid, I don't know how to really deal with girls! You know that..." I trailed off. I hated admitting this...Squid would most likely make fun of me. "You might NOT know that I'm a virgin...So you're asking the wrong person, mate." He burst into a fit of laughter.
"Yea, I'll just ask her. Anyway, I have a feeling that tonight...you might loose that little secret of yours." When I gave him a confused look he continued to speak. "Sqaishey's aloud out of the hospital for twenty four hours today, right? And I''m going to visit Nicole tonight as well. I'm saying that if she's comfortable with it...then, you know..." It was now my turn to blush. I hated blushing. It was one of the only things that I hated doing. I pulled the top of my shirt over my nose and stared down at my empty bowl and tea. "Anyway, do you wanna pick her up?" I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. "Alright, let's go then." With that we both stood up and walked out of the apartment, down the stairs and into the brutally cold outside air. Today was gonna be a good day. I knew it.
Sqaisheys POV
I somehow managed to get changed into a plain white shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. The same clothes that I wore on the day that I came in here. To this hellhole. Something good was happening today though. I was taking part in this new scheme that all hospitals were doing now. It was letting patient's out of the hospital for a full twenty four hours so that they could socialize with their friends and family. I didn't have that much family so it was quickly decided that Stampy would be the one who would be looking after me for the next full day. Of course I was ecstatic about it...But at the same time I felt nervous. What if, when I was out of the hospital, something like my breathing failed? It failed last night. Luckily since last night, after my lungs just seemed to stop being lungs, I was feeling slightly better. My main nurse wasn't so keen on letting me out of the hospital after such an event yet after a lot of persuading she finally gave in.
My main nurse walked in right now. She was pushing a wheelchair in front of her. I grabbed the few possessions that she was kind enough to put by my new bedside table, in this new and scary room, before placing myself into the chair and getting wheeled throughout the hospital. It felt a little weird, seeing all of the hospital from a lower view. I was always flat on my back, staring up at the celing, unable to see anything. I glanced at all the other family's that were trapping up and down the hallways. Nearly all of them had either presents in their hands or children wailing loudly, gripping onto their parents hands. It made me remember when I was younger. Whenever my farther hit me I would grip onto my small doll that my mother made me and wail into that.
As soon as the nurse wheeled through the doors and lead into the entrance area I saw Stampy leaning up against the wall with a small smile on his face. When the nurse wheeled me slightly closer to him he looked down from the object in his hands, which I identified as a phone, and made eye contact with him. For the first time in a long time I fell in love with him all over again. I got lost in his eyes. The nurse talked to him for a few seconds while I sat underneath them, waiting for my moment of freedom. After what seemed like years Stampy grabbed me by the handle's of my wheelchair and pushed me outside. The wind lapped against my face, causing me to loose feeling in it enterily, but I didn't care. I was with Stampy. That was all that mattered right now.
When he had pushed me down to the very end of the car park, he slowed down outside of Squid's car. I stood up, my knees wobbling, and tried my best to walk two meters so I could get into his car. I took my first step. My lungs suddenly froze in position. Was I going to have to get rushed back into hospital with lung problems again? I clenched my fists and pressed my body against the side of the car. I had to focus on my breathing...Just focus on my breathing. Stampy placed his hand on my shoulder and shook me gently. It made a small cough escape from my lips.
"Sqaishey? What's wrong?" He asked. His voice sounded firm and it had a tint of anger to it. I held up my finger to him to indicate that I was reply to him in a second. I took the deepest breath I could and started to speak.
"Just...My lungs. They hurt. That's all. I just need to get into the car and I'll be fine..." I choked out. In the corner of my eye I could see Stampy nod before opening the car door and pushing me in. Squid wasn't in the drivers seat which, for a second, concerned me a little. Then it hit me that he might have been using the toilets that he had parked next to. I closed my eyes and tried my very best to focus on my breathing. I felt my body being lifted up suddenly.
"Sit up straight, Sqaishey. That will help much more than you laying down." He gently lifted me upwards until my body was completely straight and resting against the soft backseat of Squids car. I took one deep breath in and out again. I did this a few times until I felt my breathing get better quite quickly. I don't know why it worked exactly but it did. Maybe it made my lungs easier to take in air or something. Both Stampy and Squid then jumped into the car, scaring me a little. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, planting a small kiss on my cheek as Squid started to drive out of the car park. It felt so weird, driving away from the hospital yet knowing I would be back there in twenty four hours.
For the whole of the journey home I didn't say a word. It was a little bit awkward if I was totally honest. Once we got back to the apartment though Stampy had the awful task of dragging me up the many flights of stairs to get into his apartment. There wasn't any lift, and my doctor mentioned to him that I wasn't allowed to walk up steep stairs in case my lungs stopped being lungs again. So this was the only option that I had left. If Squid was here then he would've done it because he's much stronger than Stampy but he just dropped us off here because he had to go somewhere. Once he did eventually get me into his apartment the first thing he did was wheel me into his room where he loaded up his XBOX to play Minecraft. It wasn't that surprising really.
We played Minecraft for five hours straight. No breaks to eat, drink, or to even go to the toilet. We just played. Although when we did stop playing the whole of my body hurt it was still the best experience that I had in a very long time. Stampy turned off the TV, as well as the Xbox, before wheeling me into the living room. He turned on the TV, as it didn't need the internet to work, and wandered into the kitchen where he started to make some tea. As the kettle boiled I crawled from my wheelchair and into the sofa where I straightened up my back and placed my feet on the coffee table in front of me. Well, just one foot. So if he walked in and started to complain then I could quickly take them off.
Yet, quite shockingly, he didn't. He placed two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, not tea, and placed both of his feet on the coffee table as well. I picked up my cup of hot chocolate and started to lick the piled high whipped cream from off the top of the boiling hot liquid. Whenever I did this when I was younger my farther always used to shout at me, telling me to 'stop playing with my food as if somebody had poisoned it'. I did do it a few more times when he was around, trying to see if I could test my luck. And it turned out that I really couldn't. My farther put boiling hot liquid in the bath, dragged me upstairs and threw me in it. While I was getting mild burns all over my body he kept on telling me things like 'this is what hot chocolate feels like on your mouth, so why are you complaining?' I never ate my whipped cream around him like that ever again.
But now I felt safe to say that I trusted Stampy. I knew that he would never hit me unless it was for a really good reason. I shuffled up closer to him, trying my best not to spill my hot chocolate, until both of out shoulders were touching. When we made contact he averted his gaze from the TV to look down at me and smile. He lifted one of his arms up and wrapped it around my shoulders, basically forcing me to sit on his lap. I didn't care though. I felt safe in his arms. It sounded cheesy but it was true. I wasn't even paying attention to the program we were watching anymore. I was just looking up at the love of my life. Wondering how on earth I went from being a fan of his videos to being his girlfriend.
Now that I was his girlfriend though I was starting to see all the little things that I never noticed in vlogs that he was in. The way the left side of his lip went down slightly when he laughed, whenever he stretched his arms his middle and pinky finger would point downwards while his ring, index finger and thumb would point upwards, and just...everything about him was perfect. Everything. I rested my head against his chest and listened to the beating of his heart. It was way to fast for somebody who was looked relaxed. There was eight beats per second. I lifted my free arm up, as the other one was holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and touched the side of his cheek as a way of trying to calm him down. His face was burning hot as if he was blushing. I opened my mouth to talk to him yet gently pushed me off from his lap before standing up.
"I'm going to go to the toilet real quick." He mumbled. Him saying that made me realise just how full my bladder felt. I didn't say anything about it though. He walked out of the room, into the hallway and seconds later there was the sound of a door being shut and locked. I took a sip from my mug before setting it down and walking towards what I thought was going to be the bathroom. It had been so long since I came into this joke that I had forgotten where everything was. Coming from underneath one of the doors though was a small stream of light. I pressed my ear against the wall by it and listened as hard as I could. I even held my breath so that my quiet breathing didn't block anything out.
There was the sound of, I guess Stampy...umm...'reliving himself'. Even though that I felt like I was invading some of his personal business I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I had to cover my mouth with my shirt in order to stop him from hearing me. After a few more seconds passed he walked out of the bathroom. When he did so the first thing he did was give me a confused look before before laughing himself. He wrapped both of his arms around my body and pulled me into a hug, patting my back as he did so. When we both pulled away we were still laughing like lunatics.
"So, spying on me while I was on the toilet, eh? New level of stalking?"I playfully pushed him backwards, giggling as I did so.
"Really? I ain't that much of a creep, Kitty. Anyway, can you please move, I need to empty my bladder. And if you may, please don't listen to me as I go." Stampy placed a small kiss on the top of my head before walking back to the living room. Smirking, I did was I needed to do, washed my hands, and was about to walk back to the living room when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my body. I felt a wave of fear surge through me. My lungs left like they were benign crushed. I tried to call out for Stampy yet whoever this person was had their hand covering my mouth so I couldn't. I managed to kick the wall loudly, multiple times, yet he still didn't come.
I got carried into the living room where I saw that Stampy wasn't sitting on the sofa like I thought he was. My heart started pounding, my legs started to shake and I couldn't breath. Crap. I knew that a panic attack was about to happen. I bit as hard as I could onto my bottom lip and trashed around in this persons arms. Tears started to stream down my face. What could this person want out of me? I suddenly got thrown onto the ground, causing all the window that was inside of my lungs to get knocked out, leaving my lungs empty and my mind still panicking like mad. Somebody sat on my stomach and placed their hands underneath my neck, yet they stopped. They didn't move. It was as if they had been paused.
Warm, more caring arms lifted me up slightly. I dared to open my eyes and look who caused this. It was...Stampy? There was one, single tear rolling down the side of his face. Did....Was...Wait...What? Was Stampy the one who grabbed me as I walked out of the bathroom? I sat up and stared at him, still crying. He moved his head closed to me until our foreheads where touching. I still felt shaky from the most likely 'prank' that he pulled on me, but at the same time I felt safe in his arms. I felt that, as long as he was near me I would be protected from anything. His lips suddenly pressed against mine. It scared me a little. I was about to pull back from him when I realised something.
I liked it.
I pushed back onto his lips slightly harder than he was kissing me, only making him kiss me even more. My mouth opened a little bit and I felt something that could only be his tongue rub against mine. I pulled back a little bit and the feeling disappeared. I carried on to kiss him though. It was a deep, real, love filled kiss that made my body shiver. It wasn't harsh liked they would showed in romantic movies. This was smooth, soft, warm, and just pure amazing. I had the feeling that Stampy would 'take it to the next level' soon. So I started to mentally prepare myself. He wouldn't hurt me like Aron did. I knew that he would ask before doing anything more...'rough' than kissing.
Our bodied started to fall back onto the sofa yet it was like we were in slow motion. It was so slow and steady it was like we were in a film. He wrapped his arms around my body while we were halfway through falling and I did the exact same. His tongue slipped back into my mouth again. This time I had no way's to escape it. I was considering about biting down on his tongue to make him flinch back and stop doing it yet I knew that I couldn't do it without feeling terrible. The only thing I could do was push him back slightly. Luckily he did put what seemed to be his tongue back into his mouth.
He pulled away from around an inch so only the tips of out noses where touching. It was only now I noticed just how heavy I was breathing. Stampy slipped his hand into mine and chuckled. He reached out and brushed his fingers over the bottom of my face. It made me feel just how hot I was. A nervous chuckle escaped from my mouth as well. We fell into awkward silence that was only broken by the occasional chuckle or car horn outside. Around ten minutes later Stampy took a deep breath and started to speak.
"Listen...I know you might not want to yet, and I-I-I understand that. But maybe later, or right now, do you want to...like...you know..." The whole of his face went to pale to bright red. So did mine. Was he asking for what I think he was asking? Even though I totally trusted him I had to think about what I was going to say for a reply. Ever since the whole incident with Aron I don't think I ever wanted to do 'it' ever again. I quickly glanced over at Kendal who was sleeping in the see through tray that the hospital gave us. He was fast asleep. Even though he was quite a good kid I didn't know if I wanted another one! I stared back up at Stampy who...looked nervous. "It'll be protected by the way. I'm not that stupid." I felt my stomach tighten a little. I could at least...try? Right? Shakily, I looked back up at him and nodded.
"O-O-Okay...Yea. If you...want to." I mumbled. My heart was pounding so hard I was seriously considering if I was having a heart attack or something. Stampy gave me a small, nervous smile and stood up. He carefully pulled me up from the sofa and started to lead me through the dark house. It was weird seeing it at night. I stared down at the ground with a cocktail of fear and love burning in my stomach. He opened the door to his bedroom and after he stepped in, he closed it behind him. There was no turning back now. I felt as if I was trapped. I didn't want to do this anymore! What would Stampy say to me though? He would be mad at me...I just knew it.
I rolled onto his unmade bed and pulled the covers over my head. I could hear the sound of fabric rubbing against each other which probably meant that he was changing. Tears stung at my eyes. No...I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't! I wasn't going to let myself cry! The sound of Stampys footsteps getting closer to me. Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it lay over my body like a lose jacket. My heart was beating so hard that it as starting to hurt. Stampy pulled up the covers and slipped in. In the dim light I noticed that all he was wearing were his boxers. The love that was previously mixing around in my stomach was now quickly turning to fear. I clenched both of my hands and tried to blink back the tears.
"Sqaishey? You don't want to do this, do you?" I opened my mouth to reply but he spoke again before I could even get the start of my first word out. "Don't lie to me Sqaishey you don't want to this. I can tell by the way you're acting. You're freaking shivering out of fear. Heck, you're also crying. Here, come on, go to sleep now. You must be tired." He wrapped his arms around my shaking body and pulled me closer to him. "Hang on, let me do something first." He rolled out of bed, opened his wardrobe and pulled out an oversized, plain black shirt. As he walked back to me I knew what to do. I sat up, quickly ripped my shirt and my...b-r-a of and pulled the shirt over my body. It felt cosy, soft and warm against my bare skin.
I kicked off my skinny jeans before cuddling against Stampy again. Now he had put an oversized shirt but this one was a dark green colour. There was still a sense of guilt inside of me from not wanting to have -S-e-x- with him but...he didn't really seem to care. In fact he looked a little bit relived. Smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder as I was tall enough to do. It still took me forever to get to sleep. My mind was constantly filled up with thoughts over Stampy, and why he seemed relived when I said that I couldn't to 'it'....I wouldn't ask him though. I don't think I would have time. Me, Stampy and Squid might do something tomorrow and then straight after we would have to go back into the hospital.
Great.
Just great.
Not.
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