Forget Regret
Thirty Eight; Are You Pregnant?
"That's all of it, yeah?" I asked Mike, readjusting my bandana.
"Everything." He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I love you."
"Isn't it going to be weird not living with your brother?" I laughed. "No Vic to take care of you?"
"I've got you to take care of me. Duh." He rolled his eyes. "I don't think I'm the one who needs to be taken care of though."
"What?" I asked, coughing. "Oh."
"You've been coughing like crazy! Let me feel your forehead." He said, laying the back of his hand on my head. "You're burning up, babe. You need to go to the doctor. Are you pregnant?"
"No, Mike. I am not pregnant." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Have you thrown up recently?" He asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, this morning. But I think I would know if there was a person inside me." I said.
"To the doctor we go." He said, pulling me through the door.
**
"You're not pregnant, Charley." Dr. Lights said, walking back into the room.
"Told you." I said to Mike.
"Damn it." He pouted.
"You do have the flu though." The doctor continued. "Bed rest for 48 hours, just take it easy and stay hydrated." He looked at Mike. "She's contagious though."
"I don't care if you're sick." He looked at me.
"Don't do it." I warned.
"I don't care if you're contagious." He continued.
"Mike!"
"I would kiss you even if you were dead!" He cried.
"Necrophiliac!" I exclaimed, looking back at the laughing doctor. "Thanks, doc. Sure thing."
***
I stumbled out of bed, coughing and hungry, several hours later. I'd just waken up from an incredible nap and had no idea where Mike was.
"You're really god damn sick. Why aren't you in the hospital?" Vic asked as I put bread in the toaster.
"You're really god damn ugly so. . . Fuck you." I mumbled. "Why the hell are you even here anyways?
"You stole my brother, Charley. I miss him so much." Vic said.
"Fag." I sighed. "Mikey, are you leaving any time soon?"
He eyed me. "Why?"
"If you wanted to go on a Starbucks run and get me a Pumpkin Spice Latte. . . " I smiled meekly.
"You're so white." Vic rolled his eyes.
"Have you seen your own selfies, stupid? You're whiter than Acacia Brinley." I replied.
"Of course I'll get you Starbucks, baby. Go lay down, okay?" Mike kissed my forehead and sent me back into my sick cave. All I wanted was to sleep for six days or so.
"Everything." He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I love you."
"Isn't it going to be weird not living with your brother?" I laughed. "No Vic to take care of you?"
"I've got you to take care of me. Duh." He rolled his eyes. "I don't think I'm the one who needs to be taken care of though."
"What?" I asked, coughing. "Oh."
"You've been coughing like crazy! Let me feel your forehead." He said, laying the back of his hand on my head. "You're burning up, babe. You need to go to the doctor. Are you pregnant?"
"No, Mike. I am not pregnant." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Have you thrown up recently?" He asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, this morning. But I think I would know if there was a person inside me." I said.
"To the doctor we go." He said, pulling me through the door.
**
"You're not pregnant, Charley." Dr. Lights said, walking back into the room.
"Told you." I said to Mike.
"Damn it." He pouted.
"You do have the flu though." The doctor continued. "Bed rest for 48 hours, just take it easy and stay hydrated." He looked at Mike. "She's contagious though."
"I don't care if you're sick." He looked at me.
"Don't do it." I warned.
"I don't care if you're contagious." He continued.
"Mike!"
"I would kiss you even if you were dead!" He cried.
"Necrophiliac!" I exclaimed, looking back at the laughing doctor. "Thanks, doc. Sure thing."
***
I stumbled out of bed, coughing and hungry, several hours later. I'd just waken up from an incredible nap and had no idea where Mike was.
"You're really god damn sick. Why aren't you in the hospital?" Vic asked as I put bread in the toaster.
"You're really god damn ugly so. . . Fuck you." I mumbled. "Why the hell are you even here anyways?
"You stole my brother, Charley. I miss him so much." Vic said.
"Fag." I sighed. "Mikey, are you leaving any time soon?"
He eyed me. "Why?"
"If you wanted to go on a Starbucks run and get me a Pumpkin Spice Latte. . . " I smiled meekly.
"You're so white." Vic rolled his eyes.
"Have you seen your own selfies, stupid? You're whiter than Acacia Brinley." I replied.
"Of course I'll get you Starbucks, baby. Go lay down, okay?" Mike kissed my forehead and sent me back into my sick cave. All I wanted was to sleep for six days or so.
PLEASE DO A SEQUEL I NEED IT
IM CRYING BECAUSE THERE ISNT ONE
5/29/15