"Oh gosh, I'm feeling so weak I could literally sleep for 5 days straight," she grumbles, covering her whole body with blanket, "and I'm so hungry, where's the food?"
"Stop exaggerating! It's only a little fever not malaria." I roll my eyes. My girlfriend likes to exaggerate everything. Literally everything, I'm not even kidding. Sometimes it's cute but sometimes it's annoying when she's trying to get people to do something. Tho it always works. "And the food is on the way. I ordered some chinese takeout and chicken soup for you."
"Buuuttt Daviiiiddd, it's not only a fever. My throat hurts, too." She pouts. Today, her lips aren't covered with the usual lipgloss or pink lipstick that she used almost everyday. Her face, too, is bare; free of make-up. I could see her freckles adorning the bridge of her nose and there are two or three pimples on her forehead that she doesn't bother to cover up with whatever she usually uses everyday. She said she hates the way she looks without make up; said she looks pale and ugly. But God, she still looks so effortlessly flawless and beautiful and if it is not for her fever, I would kiss the hell out of her right now. She just looks so perfect, even when she's sick and weak. She'd never be ugly.
"You want me to get you a glass of water?" I ask, "Yes, please," she replies, setting her lips on full grin. She knows damn well that I love that grin so much and she always uses it to get me to be not mad anymore. I've spent 4 years with this girl to know well enough what's going on on that pretty little mind of hers. And I also know that she's actually not as sick or as weak as she makes herself to be. Sure, she has fever but it's the kind of fever that will go away once you drink meds. I know she wants to skip class because she hasn't finished her report yet and she's also avoiding her least favorite professor at college.
I just pretend that I didn't know about it and go along with her little sickness. Because that's what I always do with her: I'll always go along. if I say no, she always has a way to make me say yes. And even if I still say no, she'd still go and do whatever the heck it is that she wants to do. Without me. Without everyone else. Heck, she doesn't need anyone. Tho, I bet on everything I have, she'd never be alone. Everyone loves her silly jokes and contagious laugh. Everyone loves her stories and how her eyes twinkle when she tells them her stories. Everyone loves that bubbly talkative girl who lights up the whole room when she walks in.
Everyone has a weak spot for her.
And she has none.
"Stop exaggerating! It's only a little fever not malaria." I roll my eyes. My girlfriend likes to exaggerate everything. Literally everything, I'm not even kidding. Sometimes it's cute but sometimes it's annoying when she's trying to get people to do something. Tho it always works. "And the food is on the way. I ordered some chinese takeout and chicken soup for you."
"Buuuttt Daviiiiddd, it's not only a fever. My throat hurts, too." She pouts. Today, her lips aren't covered with the usual lipgloss or pink lipstick that she used almost everyday. Her face, too, is bare; free of make-up. I could see her freckles adorning the bridge of her nose and there are two or three pimples on her forehead that she doesn't bother to cover up with whatever she usually uses everyday. She said she hates the way she looks without make up; said she looks pale and ugly. But God, she still looks so effortlessly flawless and beautiful and if it is not for her fever, I would kiss the hell out of her right now. She just looks so perfect, even when she's sick and weak. She'd never be ugly.
"You want me to get you a glass of water?" I ask, "Yes, please," she replies, setting her lips on full grin. She knows damn well that I love that grin so much and she always uses it to get me to be not mad anymore. I've spent 4 years with this girl to know well enough what's going on on that pretty little mind of hers. And I also know that she's actually not as sick or as weak as she makes herself to be. Sure, she has fever but it's the kind of fever that will go away once you drink meds. I know she wants to skip class because she hasn't finished her report yet and she's also avoiding her least favorite professor at college.
I just pretend that I didn't know about it and go along with her little sickness. Because that's what I always do with her: I'll always go along. if I say no, she always has a way to make me say yes. And even if I still say no, she'd still go and do whatever the heck it is that she wants to do. Without me. Without everyone else. Heck, she doesn't need anyone. Tho, I bet on everything I have, she'd never be alone. Everyone loves her silly jokes and contagious laugh. Everyone loves her stories and how her eyes twinkle when she tells them her stories. Everyone loves that bubbly talkative girl who lights up the whole room when she walks in.
Everyone has a weak spot for her.
And she has none.
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