“Aiyana?”
“Hmmmm”
“Where are you?”
“Bed”
“Why?”
“Sick”
“Can I come over?”
“No. Icky me”
Chris laughed before saying, “I’ll meet Icky and take care of Icky.”
With that the line disconnected.
Chris was let in by a maid and lead to Aiyana’s room. It was not what he had expected. It was a large room with the bed being the only furniture in it. It was connected to two rooms. I was her study and other being the bathroom. The room was painted a dark shade of blue and it had a large balcony attached to it. The two intriguing part of the room were its curtains and the ceiling.
For the curtains were transparent and had little fishes on them printed as if you were in an aquarium and the ceiling was painted like the night sky with little glow in the dark stars splashed all over it. The room was a perfect description of Aiyana, mature and adult with just a hint of childishness hidden underneath.
Aiyana lay in bed looking like she had puked her guts out. Her skin was wet with sweat and her hair fanned out in every direction possible. Chris knew that he was supposed to think to himself that despite that she looked pretty and if it were a romance novel he would. That he would be instantly in love with her and be imagining a marriage to her and taking care of her like the perfect boyfriend and thinking even sick her looked beautiful. But this was reality and in reality she did not look beautiful and even though he wanted to be there for her, he realized taking care of her was not something he really wanted to do. It looked like it was a lot of work and frankly it looked gross. He knew he would not be called a perfect man were a novel written about him.
“Why did you come here? I look bad!”
Chris walked to Aiyana’s bed and patted her on her forehead before saying, “I do agree with that”
“Aren’t you supposed to say that I look perfect in whatever condition? Kiss me on my lips and make me soup?” Aiyana smiled jokingly.
“I don’t know. Frankly, I don’t want to kiss you. And I cannot find in my good conscience to lie to you like that.”
Aiyana laughed.
“you’d make a terrible lead to a romance novel. And you’re doing a bad job at convincing me to get into a relationship with you”
“Surprising I was thinking of the same thing. See here’s something I can do. I’ll let your maid know that she needs to make you soup and I will sit by you. Maybe, even cuddle you. How does that sound?”
“I’ll take what I can get”
Chris got under Aiyana’s sheets, letting her snuggle into her arms as she switched on the television to watch a movie.
“You know Aiyana?”
“What?”
“I know I sound even less romantic right now. But, I don’t think the smell of fever and puke are sexy on you”
Aiyana laughed as she flipped through the channels. She definitely liked having Chris around when she was sick.