Here’s another fanfic guys
I’m too lazy to write this little beginning piece that I always write but to sum this one up, Alec is sick, and Nick can’t really be around him but still takes care of him because he's gay for him <3
Enjoy, love you all <333
Disclaimer: swearing, emetophobia warning, mention of abuse
I groan as I get up from my knees on the bathroom floor. Jesus, where the hell did I catch the flu?
I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and flush the toilet, then quickly wash my hands. I adjust my glasses on my nose. I hold my arms, rubbing them quickly; Nick left the windows open to air out the germs from the house and to help with my excruciating body heat. But now I'm freezing, and the chills decided to pay my immune system a visit.
Oh, I just love being sick. Just makes my entire day!
As I walk out of the bathroom, slowly and my hands tightly gripping my arms, I see Nick in the kitchen cooking something. I stop and he looks up at me.
He smiles and says, "Throw up again?"
I just nod.
He shakes his head and says, "Go rest, baby. I'm making you something to eat. Just get comfortable and I'll be right in."
I don't even nod this time; I just groan and amble back to my bedroom slowly.
When I get into my room, I slowly place myself on the bed and pull my blanket up over my shoulders. I curl up into a ball on my side and lay there, shivering.
I turn over onto my back and exhale. I reach for my phone on my nightstand and turn it on.
I raise an eyebrow at the single notification that popped up on my screen about 5 minutes ago. It was a message on Instagram from @i.hate.nuns. Fiore.
I click on it and my phone screen opens to my Instagram inbox. The message simply states "Help me. Please."
I heart speeds up in my chest. I quickly type back, "Fiore? What's wrong?"
I place my phone face down on my blanket and stare up at my ceiling blankly. I'm actually worried about Fiore, even though she betrayed me in the season 1 finale of Disventure Camp. This must be something serious. God, I haven't seen her in so long. I wonder how much older she is.
My phone buzzes. I pick it up and read the next message: "My parents are abusing me. Help."
I stare at the message in disbelief. My hands shaking, I message back, "What are they doing to you?"
"They're forcing me to make dinner every night and do everything for them like a maid. They're also hitting me even if I do what they tell me to do."
I gasp quietly. "When's the next time you have school?"
"Tomorrow."
"Okay. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to pack some important stuff in your school backpack and bring it with you. I want you to go home with a friend and stay there until I can come to get you. Sound good?"
"Wait." A pause before her next message. "Are you saying you're going to adopt me?"
"Yeah."
"You mean you're going to fly here to the US to come get me tomorrow?"
"Not tomorrow. I have the flu, but once I'm completely better, I'll be there to get you."
"Seriously?"
"Trust me, Fiore. I know I was a terrible father to my own son but I promise me and Nick can be better parents to you than your own."
"Wait. Nick from season 1 of Disventure Camp?"
"Yeah. It's a long story."
"I don't care. You promise you'll come for me?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. Anything to keep you safe."
She didn't message me back after that.
I place my phone back down on my bedside table and stare up at my ceiling, then let out a massive sigh. The motion made me nauseous but it's nothing too bad.
My doorknob slowly turns, and the door pushes open a crack. Nick peeks in, a small tray in his hand.
I look up at him and smile. He pushes the door open and smiles back at me.
"Oh, I thought you were asleep, baby! I brought you some toast and a little herbal tea. It's not much but it might help."
He places the tray at the foot of my bed. I blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it, holding his curled-up fist to his chest, blushing. My smile grows even larger, and I reach for the tray.
I sit up and pull it into my lap. I look over at my nightstand and grab the empty water glass. "Do you mind filling this up for me?"
I hold the glass out to him, and he slowly walks in and takes it.
"Oh, come on now, I don't bite!"
"Yeah, but your sickness is contagious!" He laughs. "I'll be back quickly."
He walks out of the room, as I pick up one of the pieces of toast from the tray and take a small bite.
Nick quickly comes back with the glass of water, complete with ice. Oh, he must pity me or something. He walks over and places it on my bedside table.
He rests the back of his hand against my forehead, as I lift the toast to my mouth and take another bite.
"Jesus Christ, you're burning up! I'm going to get you a cool towel to put on that giant fucking forehead of yours."
I just laugh. He walks out of the room, and I continue to eat my toast.
I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Nick comes back into the room, folding a washcloth into a rectangle. He pushes my chest back a little and carefully places the cloth against my forehead.
"There. Does that feel better?" he says, holding the cloth against my forehead.
I didn't even notice I was sweating until the coldness of the cloth ran through my body. "Yeah, actually. Thank you."
"Anything for you, baby. Speaking of which, do you need anything else?"
"A kiss would be nice but I don't want to get you sick."
"Aw, baby. I'm going to fulfill that wish as many times as you want when you're feeling all better. You're going to never know what it feels like to be unloved ever again."
I blush. "Aw, stop. You're too sweet. I love you so much."
"I love you too, baby. Try and get some rest, okay?"
He starts to leave the room, but Fiore's messages come to my mind. "Wait," I say, reaching out to him.
He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. "What's up?"
I hesitate for a second. "Remember... remember Fiore?"
Nick rolls his eyes. "Oh God, why are you mentioning her?"
He sounds upset. Better make this quick. "Well... she just messages me on Instagram saying her parents are abusing her, and I told her I'd come get her and adopt her. I was just wondering... is that okay?"
Nick's scowl drops quickly. He takes a deep breath and says, "It's going to take a little getting used to, but I think I can handle it. No matter what she did in season 1, she doesn't deserve to go through that. She's just a kid. You told her about us, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I just wanted to make sure she was okay with me being around before I agreed."
"Oh, no. She had the same reaction as you did when I told her about you."
"Really. Wow."
"Mhm."
"When are you planning to pick her up?"
"As soon as I'm better."
"Wait, but don't we live in different countries? How are you going to get her?"
"I'm going to take a plane, obviously."
"Am I coming with you?"
"No, you stay here. It'll cost less money without your plane tickets involved."
"Tickets plural?"
"There and back? Dur."
"Oh, shut up. You know I can pay for everything."
"You don't have to. Plus, someone has to stay home and take care of Poppy."
"True." He looks down at his feet and smiles. "Speak of the devil."
He reaches down and picks Poppy up off the floor.
I smile as he places her at the foot of my bed. Poppy bounds over to me and climbs up my chest, licking my face. I grab her under her armpits and pick her up. She sticks her togue out at me in an attempt to lick me again.
"Poppy, I love your kisses, but you have smelly puppy breath." I laugh. "I don't want it all over my face."
Nick smiles and says, "Well, I'm going to go sit on the couch. Come get me if you need anything."
I put Poppy down on the bed, nod, and blow him a kiss. He pretends to catch it and holds his closed fist to his heart. He blows one back and I catch it, squeezing my fist tightly. He blushes, smiles, and closes the door.
I tuck myself into bed, blushing and smiling, still holding my fist closed against the invisible kiss. Poppy shoves her way under my blankets and cuddles up against my curled-up legs.
I held my fist against my face and eventually fell asleep.
...
I wake up to a knock on my bedroom door. I peek up at the door as Nick slowly opens it and peers inside.
He smiles when he sees my brown eyes looking up at him. "So, um. I have news, but I don't know if we would consider this good or bad news."
I just raise my eyebrows at him. "What do you mean?"
He laughs and says, "So I've been throwing up a lot. I think I got the flu as well."
I laugh. "Oh, sorry." I gasp. "Wait!"
Nick raises an eyebrow at me.
I smile widely and sit up quickly. The motion makes me a little lightheaded and nauseous, but I don't care. I hold my arms out to him like I was asking for a hug, and say, "That means we can cuddle and kiss again!"
The realization slowly creeps onto Nick's face, and his smile grows wider and wider. "Yeah... yeah! I'm going to get something more comfortable on; you wait right here!"
I laugh as he practically runs out of the room. Poppy emerges from under the blankets and stretches out. She yawns, and she makes a noise that sounds like Snoopy. I giggle.
I hear Nick running back down the hallway. He pushes the door open, and rushes over to the other side of my bed. He jumps in and tucks himself in.
I lay back down and turn to the side to face him. He scootches closer to me and wraps me up in his arm. I tuck my head into the spot between his neck and shoulder as I wrap my arms around his stomach.
He smells faintly of cinnamon. God, how I've missed feeling his touch.
He pulls away from me and takes my chin in his hand. He slowly pushes his lips against mine, and I waste no time kissing him back. I place my hands against his chest as we kiss, the fingers of his other hand tangling through my hair.
He lets go of the kiss and places his forehead against mine, smiling and closing his eyes. "I love you so much, Alec."
I blush and close my eyes as well, smiling. "I love you too, Nicky. God, I missed you so much."
"So did I. I missed kissing you."
"I just missed being near you."
"Oh, stop it." He hugs me tighter to him.
I put my head back in its original position in between his neck and shoulder. "It's true though."
He doesn't say anything, but I can feel his cheeks move up in a smile. Poppy shimmies her way in between our legs and curls up into a croissant shape.
Eventually, we all fell asleep.
THEM THEM THEM OMGGGGGG
sorry if this one was a little short or boring I didn’t really have much to work with on this one; I just thought it was a sweet concept
Anyways I really hoped you enjoyed this fic and more fanfics will be coming soon !!!
Ily all, have a good night ! CYA SILLIES !!! <3333
