Chapter 27: Chapter Thirteen-3

Lee lets go of the doorknob. “I hate you.” “I’m so offended,” I say sarcastically, throwing my hand to my heart. “It breaks me to shreds.” Lee walks off to the living room and throws his briefcase on the couch. “All right, you go change and you better hop into bed.” “You sound like a mother.” “Well, I try,” I say, running a hand through my hair dramatically. Even though Lee complains, he listens to me and comes back in his pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. I grab all the medicine and usher him into his room where I make sure he gets in bed, under a pile of blankets. Lee groans. “I have a headache.” He runs both hands through his hair as if that would stop the headache from coming on. I throw him a painkiller bottle. “Take two.” I also grab the fever medicine and throw that, too. “Take one of that, too.” I also grab the bowl of water and a towel. I drench the towel in the cold water and squeeze it so no water droplets fall off. Placing it on Lee’s forehead, I also start up the heater in the room. “What the hell is this?” Lee asks, pointing to the towel on his forehead. “It’s supposed to help,” I respond. “Now go to sleep. Rest is the most essential thing to getting better. If you don’t rest, you’ll never get back to work.” “Since when did you become a doctor?” he says as he crosses his arms under the blankets. His face is flushed—because of the fever—and the tips of his ears are red. I smile at the vulnerable sight of him. “Since you got sick.” I grab a single, cushioned chair and drag it to his bed. After getting comfortable, I just sit there and make sure nothing’s wrong with him. “What’re you doing? Are you just going to stare at me all day? As attractive as I am, I feel uncomfortable going to sleep with you just staring at me,” Lee says. “Your ego is just too big,” I say. “Well, I also don’t want you to die on my watch. What if I’m in the kitchen and you’re just dying. I won’t hear you.” “You over exaggerate.” “Maybe.” “Maybe?” Lee chuckles. “Yeah, sure. Like maybe I’m secretly Spiderman. Or maybe I’m not handsome. Or maybe I like you.” My eyes widen. Did I just hear that right? I look over to Lee and see his eyes wide open too before he fixes it to a dull one. I need to change the topic. “Erm, S-Spiderman was a good movie. I heard they made a new one.” “I have the original Spiderman movies,” Lee says. He points across the room where his television is. “It’s under the television—where all the magazines are stacked.” “Oh, okay.” I get out of my chair and walk over to where he pointed. The floor is so cold and it makes me just want to go back and curl up in the chair. Sure enough, I find the movies. “You want to watch them?” “If you want to,” Lee says nonchalantly. I pop the first movie in before scurrying back to the chair. When I sit down, I hear a cracking noise. Did I break the chair? I check the chair’s legs but they’re not broken at all. I look over to Lee. “Did you hear that?” “Yeah. Did you fart or something?” Lee asks, narrowing his eyes down at me. “I think I smell something.” I smell it, too—a disgusting odor. “Shut up, Lee. It wasn’t me.” I look around and realize the heater is quiet. The heater’s only quiet when it’s off. I go check and press ‘On’, but it doesn’t work. I press again but same response. “The heater’s broken.” “Oh,” Lee shrugs. “I guess I’ll just buy another one later.” “Yeah,” I nod before racing back to the warm chair. The movie starts and since it’s raining outside—it gives the room a movie theater effect. Several minutes in, I start rubbing my arms of goose bumps. It isn’t because the movie scares me, or because the movie is really good. I am freezing. “You cold?” Lee says, staring at me. I guess he noticed. I nod slowly while I wonder what he’s up to. Is he going to go out and buy another heater just for that? “Hop in.” “What? Where?” I ask, confused. I would’ve thought that he meant his bed, but this is Lee we’re talking about. He doesn’t share his things with commoners like me. He isn’t nice. He doesn’t give away things for free. “The bed, you idiot.” And I am proved wrong. “B-But—” “I thought you were cold.” Lee tugs the blanket on the opposite side of him. “Are you going to get in or not? The offer’s not going to stand very long.” I nod and walk over and slip under the blankets. It’s warm—Lee’s body heat radiating off me already. I scoot over just so our shoulders are touching, but not so I’m not throwing myself in him. It’s a win-win situation. Watching movies with your crush while cuddling—well, if you call being under the same blanket cuddling—and getting warm instead of sitting in a freezing room. I smile throughout the entire movie—even the bad parts. I wasn’t even paying attention. All I cared was that Lee and I were under the same blanket, shoulders touching, and acting as if we were a couple. I know what you're thinking.