I found myself in his room, him beside me, holding my hands as if I were about to run away.
Why does this keep happening?
"Yo—you're awake," he said, his voice trembling as he let out a sigh.
"What happened to you? Thank God I got here in time."
"Nothing… maybe just weakness," I replied softly.
"Let's go to the hospital. I'll get you checked up," he said firmly.
Woah. He's giving me orders.
"No way. It's just a slight weakness… maybe I haven't been sleeping enough."
"Yes, that's why you have to go to the hospital."
"I'm hungry. Did you prepare anything?" I asked quietly.
"Anything? I made a lot," he said proudly.
This little kid.
HIS POV
He knew she wouldn't go to the hospital, so he didn't push her.
"Let's go," she tried to get up.
I held her hands and guided her slowly to the dining area, then pulled out a chair and helped her sit.
"Everything's fine. I'm not sick," she protested.
"Still, I have to take care of you," I said.
"So, what did you prepare?" she asked with a wide smile and I caught myself giggling on her face a second later.
"I made fried rice, chili cheese, and a smoothie."
"Woah. That much for breakfast? Impressive. Nice combo—I love it."
We started eating, and for the first time, I noticed her eyes were unreadable.
"What are you doing this Wednesday?" Her voice broke abruptly.
"Nothing. You know I'm such a free person struggling for a job," I said dramatically.
"You haven't even completed your education!" she yelled.
"I was just trying to be dramatic… like you," I added, then ran away quickly because I knew she was about to grab me.
"Am I dramatic? You fool."
She stood up, and her chair fell.
And then we were both running all around my house—our house. We jumped through the pillows and threw them at each other too. Wait, she is now changing the entire setup of my house. Suddenly, she froze. I went to check on her, and without warning, she grabbed me by the neck and hit me multiple times.
"This is not fair!" I cried.
"Everything is fair in lo—friendship and war," she said, crossing her hands and staring at me.
"Okay. I accept my defeat." I raised my hands as if I was a criminal.
"Nice. You are released."
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