Author: Baby Clefairy Rating: PG
Sick
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a cold night. James was sitting as close to the fire as possible without getting burned. He shivered and coughed terribly. I looked at him, wanting him to be warm.
He had about 3 blankets on him. He gave me the thickest. He said he didn't want me to be cold. I think he just knew I would wack him if he didn't, he couldn't love me, no, that's not James. He's to afraid of me to love me. I walked over and gave him my blanket. "Jess, I don't want you to be cold, you keep this one," he said, giving the blanket back. I thought it sounded lovingly, but it couldn't have been. Couldn't he see what I was trying to tell him? I guess not.
"Fine then," I said bitterly, though I didn't know why. He shivered again, then crawled to his sleeping bag to sleep. I could hear Meowth snoring.
"James?" I said unexpectedly. Really, I didn't expect myself to say that.
"Huh Jess?" he said, I could tell he was annoyed because he wanted to go to bed. "Nothing," I replied. Of course I had something to say, but I just couldn't. I couldn't. I crawled over to my sleeping bag, when I heard footsteps. Meowth was up. He heard what I had said.
"Can't do it, can ya?" he said. That Pokémon could read my mind.
"Can't do what?" I said, trying to sound like I really didn't know, but I guess I failed. "You know what, I know you do. You wish that you were right over in that sleeping bag with him."
"What do you know about me, Meowth? Nothing. Leave me alone, you know I don't like him," I said, again lying, but not very well.
"Okay, hide it from him if you like," Meowth said and he walked away.
When would that Pokémon ever leave me alone? James stirred a lot in his sleep. I got up once and pushed his hair out of his face, but that's it. It was only bothering me, it wasn't out of love. Don't go that far.
After awhile I fell asleep, and, in the middle of a wonderful dream, I was awaken by Meowth. That Pokémon WOULDN'T leave me alone.
"What?" I asked harshly, not only because that's how I was, but because nobody wakes me up in the morning. I wake up by myself.
"You should go comfort him, he isn't feeling well at all." I was about ready to kill that stupid cat. He was right though. I looked over at James. His face was red. He had a worse cough than before. I walked over.
"James, you feeling okay?" I asked, a bit too nicely. I hope he didn't get the idea I cared.
"Uh, kinda... what's up with you? You're being awfully nice," He said in a voice that obviously wasn't normal. I coudln't help it, he sensed I at least cared. I hoped he didn't sense much else.
"You look warm," I said as I put my hand on his forehead. He was pretty hot. I wished I had a thermometer. He coughed again. I saw a pair of eyes watching from the other side of the fire, and walked away.
"You should rest until you feel better," I said. I saw the eyes go from an excited look to a disappointed one.
I couldn't do this to James. I admit it, I loved him. I still do. I walked back over and sat next to him. He looked at me, those green eyes of him had a sleepy, glazed-over look. I felt sorry for him. I put my head on his shoulder.
I then relized he needed more comforting than I did. I took my head off, and he put his head in my lap. I stroked his lilac hair and he fell asleep. I saw those eyes through the fire again. Then I heard some snickering.
"Meowth, so what!" I said, not caring what the Pokémon thought. Then, some time later, I fell asleep too.
Note: this is told from Jesse's point of view, if you couldn't tell. ( =
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