You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

After our shower we pull on clean boxers and sprawl out on the couch, me mostly ontop of Frank, our legs tangled together and my head resting on his chest as he frees one arm to grab the remote and we channel surf until we find something decent to watch and Frank drops the remote on the floor, wrapping his arm back around me and we snuggle together and watch tv until my stomach growls loudly and I giggle as I bury my face in his chest. Frank laughs too and sits up, pulling me up with him and we go into the kitchen hand in hand, looking through the cupboard but nothing really appeals to either of us so we decide to order pizza. When the delivery guys gets here he knocks on the door and Frank and I have settled back into our comfortable position on the couch and neither of us wants to get up and get dressed to answer it so we play Rock Paper Scissors to decide who has to and I lose so I huff out a sigh as I climb over him and drag myself off the couch, heading over to the door and grabbing my wallet off the table on the way past. "Babe, aren't you going to..." "But my pants are all the way in there" I whine, pointing towards the bedroom as I step out into the hall and answer the door in just my boxers. The delivery guys eyes bug out and he tries so hard to keep his eyes focused on my face but I smirk when I notice he fails a few times, his eyes trailing up and down my body. I pay for the pizza and take the two boxes from him, sending him a cheeky smirk and wink as he hands them over and he stutters before going bright red and stumbling away down the hall. I kick the door shut behind me and when I go back into the living room Frank sits up and shakes his head at me. "What?" "You're such a cock tease babe" he says before chuckling to himself and when I sit the boxes on the table I flip him off before leaving the room and pulling on sweatpants and a tshirt, feeling a little cold. When I go back into the living room Frank pouts and says "What the hell is with the clothes? Not cool." I laugh as I grab my pizza and settle on the couch again. "I wouldn't want to be a tease" I tell him and he pouts even more and whines "But baby."

After dinner we tidy up the apartment together before going to bed and when we're settled in under the blankets I slide over and press into Franks side, planting soft kisses up and down his neck as his arms wrap around me. "You wanna?" He asks and I let out a soft sigh before saying "Can you just hold me?" feeling kinda crappy. "Of course baby, anything you need" he tells me as he pulls me over so I'm face down, half ontop of him, my head resting on his chest as he cuddles me close and I close my eyes, smiling wide in the dark. "Anything you wanna talk about baby?" Frank asks softly and I shake my head before saying "No, just wanna be close to you." "Ok baby, I love you" he says softly as he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of my head. "Love you too Frankie." We lay in silence for a while, Frank moving one hand up to gently run his fingers through my hair and I let the soothing feeling and the warmth he's emitting lull me to sleep. The next morning when I wake up Frank is already up and dressed for work and I feel awful. My throat hurts a lot and my chest feels heavy, like I swallowed cement and it set in my lungs. I shiver slightly as I curl into a ball, pulling the blanket further over me and Frank comes into the room and sighs when he sees me. "I thought something was up when you were all clingy and quiet last night. Are you alright?" I sniffle before saying "I'm sick Frankie." "Aww baby, do you need me to stay home and take care of you?" I shake my head as I say "Id like that but you should work." "Yeah, well I'll call you on my break ok, make sure you're alright." I nod and let out a yawn which turns into a rather nasty sounding cough and Frank frowns as he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches out to gently rest his hand on my forehead. "You're a little warm babe, I'll bring you some medicine ok?" "Take my wallet then, you shouldn't have to pay for that." "No no babe it's ok" he tells me and I sigh, feeling too terrible to argue back. Frank tells me a few minutes later that he needs to go and when he leans in to kiss me goodbye I turn my head away and croak out "No, you'll get sick too." "That's a chance I'm willing to take baby" he tells me before grabbing my chin and holding my head in place while he kisses my lips softly. When he pulls back I smile and he smiles back, standing up and tucking me in, grabbing a spare blanket and laying it over me too and I smile a little wider as I say "Thanks Frankie." "No problem baby, get some rest, it will help." Frank leaves for work and I curl up under the blankets, closing my eyes and I fall asleep quickly only to be woken forty minutes later by my phone ringing. I crack my eyes open and reach out for it, bringing it close to my face so I can read that it's dad calling me. "Hello" I croak into the phone and dad says "What did I say about attending school Gee? The school just called and said you didn't show up today." "Dad I'm sick" I tell him and he sighs when he stops to listen to how shot my voice is. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" "I have the flu I think" I tell him, pulling the phone away as another nasty cough racks my body. "Shit, do you wanna go see the doctor?" He ask and I cough again but not as bad as I say "Nah, I dunno that I could afford it." "I'll pay Gee, you're still on my insurance." "I'll be ok, I think I just need to rest." "Do you atleast have some medicine?" "No, Frank was gonna get some on his way home." "Ok, well you go back to sleep ok, I'll call you later on." I hang up and turn back onto my side but I can't get comfortable and I feel sticky, sweating under all the blankets despite the shivers wracking my body so I reluctantly climb out of bed, my head spinning and throbbing as I stand up and I stumble out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom, running myself a hot bath before sliding in and laying back, relaxing in the hot water while I close my eyes. I soak until I hear the front door open and close and I open my eyes again, wondering if I somehow fell asleep in here and I drag myself out, drying off and pulling on clean boxers before stumbling down the hall to the kitchen where I can hear movement. "Frankie?" I croak out as I round the corner but it's not Frank in the kitchen, it's dad. "How did you...?" I start to ask before a cough cuts me off and dad rounds the table to feel my forehead. "Gee you're really burning up, let's get you back to bed." Dad grabs my arm and guides me back to the bedroom, laying me down and tucking me in again. "Hang on I'll get you some medicine." He leaves the room, coming back a moment later with some medicine in a cup and a big glass of water. "I thought liquid would be better rather than pills" he tells me as I sit up and swallow the vile tasting medicine before taking the water and gulping it all down in two mouthfuls. Dad takes the glass back and sits it on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed and saying "I went to see Frank and got his key, you needed medicine Gee, you're really sick. I think you should see a doctor." "I'm k" I mumble out, feeling half asleep. "Ok, go back to sleep then" dad says and I'm passed out again before he even leaves the room.

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