So I've these past few days, I've been writing with much each. I actually don't know why.... I think I've been challenged by the stories I see on Tumblr and stuff... and I know I'm not on that level yet and mine's definitely not that graphic but I just wanna try and share because... I feel like it :D xx
-edited- (fixed the grammatical errors I saw and rephrased some words but it's pretty much the same :D)
Calum's POV:
I woke up with a heavy head, stinging eyes, scratchy throat, and a stuffy nose.... Ugh! It feels horrible to get sick. It seriously got me weak and it'd last for days if Sam didn't cook her magical creamy squash soup for me.. We had an upcoming concert... I had to get well ASAP! So I sluggishly reached for my phone and speed dialled Sam...It rang six times before Sam answered it saying, "This better be good, Hood... You know I don't accept calls till noon" her voice thick with sleep and annoyance. "Sorry Prescott, I forgot your protocol." I croaked. "Hood, are you sick?" she asked, gone was the annoyance and sleep in her voice, it was instead replaced with wakefulness and worry. "Kinda yeah". I said noncommittally. "Don't you dare move an inch, Calum. I'm coming over" then she hang up.. Talk about rude! That won't be so hard, I barely have enough energy to sit up.
I woke up to the smell of Sam's famous soup wafting through the house. Sam's definitely here. Wait, what time is it? I checked my phone and saw that it was 1 in the afternoon, I have band practice in 30 minutes. I NEED to get ready. Just as I got on my feet, Sam walks in totally unaffected by my half naked glory. "Oh no you're not! Go back to bed. I called Luke and sent him a picture of you, you're not going to band practice today" she says with a wink. UHHH! Luke is so going to use that against me. That cheeky bastard...Good thing I have a picture of him cuddling his stuffed penguin like it was a real person.... so I think I'm kinda safe. :D Sam fixed the pillows and ordered me to get back to bed while she got her miracle soup.. When did she get so bossy? I lay back in my bed.Yeah I'm a pushover, deal with it. Holy f*ck! Sam's soup just reached a whole new level of delicious! I can eat this all day, e'r day! I immediately start to feel better and it seriously helped my throat. But then Sam brought out paracetamol... I absolutely HATE swallowing tablets. I'd rather bungee jump. But I don't wanna look wimpy, Sam's here. Okay Calum! Man up and get over with this sh*t.I gulped down a glass of water and drank the tablet, Ewww...I feel it on my tongue.... *shudders*
As a reward for my bravery, Sam got on my bed and started massaging my head and she seriously knows where to maneuver her hands through my temples up to my scalp, and it felt so good! anyone who hasn't tried Sam's massage hasn't lived. It was warm and her hands weren't bony and hard. It was just right. She always had a knack at these things. It's one of the many reasons I love her. She just smothers you with love and she genuinely cares about you. She then starts massaging my hand which will surely put me to sleep (and she knows that). My eyelids droop and my body relaxes. And the last thing I hear before passing out is her whispering, "Get well, love" as she plants a kiss on my forehead. She's amazing. When did I get so lucky?
So that's that.... :)@xBeau_Tiex you be the judge.... lol sorry I didn't know what last name to use so.... :D to me you're Sam Prescott.. :)
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