Can't You See Me?

It was the first day of school for the girls when I saw Mikey again. We'd messaged a few times a day or call once every week, but other than that, Mikey didn't allow me to see him. I missed him.

I took the girls to their class and then walked over to his classroom before the bell and peeked inside. He had his head down on his desk.

"Mikey?" I asked. He picked his head up and I saw the reason for his absense. He looked like shit.

"Whoa. Are you all right?" I asked. He groaned.

"I've been a little under the weather. It's barely calming down, but I couldn't miss the first day," he explained. I nodded, walking over to him and touching his forehead.

"You're a little warm. I'll run to the store and bring you some medicine, okay?"

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that, Frank. I'll be all right," he tried dismissing. So he still hates taking medicine.

"Well, I'll be back in ten. And I won't leave until you take it. So don't try to avoid it." He sighed and seemed to pout. I chuckled and waved, leaving his classroom. I scanned the many different medicines in the aisle before coming to the conclusion that liquid would be better for him to take. It seemed like the old days again. Whenever Mikey texted me that he wasn't going to school because he'd fallen ill, at lunch, I would skip out for the hour and take him some of the same liquid medication and force him to take it. See, he's never been a fan of pills or any type of medication at all, so I would have to do things to make him. For example, I threatened to take his games, the plugs to his games, his favorite type of food from his home, and even, once he'd pissed me off enough, his bed. He didn't believe me until I started taking it apart as soon as he ran to the restroom to puke his guts out.

I walked to his classroom and noticed a classroom full of kids all obediently listening to whatever he was currently teaching. I suddenly felt as nervous as I used to when I was asked by a teacher to go deliver something to another one in the middle of their class. Swallowing the nerves, I quickly knocked on the door. All at once, every single head turned to look at me.

"Excuse me for a moment, class," his voice muffled from the other side of the thick. He wobbly walked his way towards me, holding his head for a moment as he walked toward me and opened the door.

"What kind did you get me?" He asked as he stepped out and closed the door behind me.

"Liquid," I grinned as I held up the bottle to him.

"I hate you," he mumbled, sneezing into his elbow, then sniffling. He quickly snatched the bottle out, opened it, and took a big gulp.

"Impressive. Seems I didn't need to stick around for long," I chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Go. I'll call you after I get home from work, yeah?" He said as he put his hand on the handle. I smiled and nodded. He was about to walk in when he faltered in his step, looked around the halls, and then leaned forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. His skin felt hot, or maybe it was mine.

"Even though, you're ewwie sick, that's still adorable," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, all eyes facing us again.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the medicine. Drive safe. Talk to you later. You look good, by the way," then he walked back inside.

Wait. What?

He's clearly delusional. I'm not entirely sure he should be working. I sighed when I realized there was nothing I could do unless he wanted something to be done.

Notes

Welp, here's the rest of this chapter. Hope you've all enjoyed. I feel like my writing has gone to shit, honestly, but I'm really trying ;-;

Love you all.

-OAIF