Gorgeous and the Moron

A cute short story with a lot of love and dreams. Turn your music up and the world noise down and read this cute story <3


 


Gorgeous and the Moron


"I'm sick, you moron." I groaned into my phone.

"So, I can't see you then, gorgeous?" Simon asked. I heard him shut his truck door.

"I haven't moved all day. I can't do anything."

"I'll just come and sit with you then."

"Simon, you're gonna get sick." I curled up further under my blankets.

"I never get sick," I could hear the pride in his voice, "Besides, I haven't seen you for a couple of days."

"It's been two days," I managed a laugh, "I miss you too, but I don't want you to get sick."

"Aw come on, Rae. I don't get sick."

"Fine, whatever. Come over then," I sniffed, "but don't blame me when you get sick."

"I'll be fine." Simon laughed, starting his truck up. "See you in like half an hour."

"Moron." I muttered, tossing my phone beside me again.

Knowing Simon, he'll stop at the store before coming here, giving me more than half an hour to get some sleep.

I woke up 20 minutes later thanks to my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I sounded more sleepy than I was.

"Rae, were you sleeping?" Simon sounded concerned that he might have woken me up.

"Like I said, I've been in bed all day. I'm tired." I rolled onto my back, "But what's up?"

"I'm at the store," Knew it, "and I was wondering if you want anything?"

"Hmm," I took a moment, "well my dad's not home and I've wanted soup all day. Could you bring me some? I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," I heard a crash on the other end of the phone, "Uh, Rae, I gotta go. See ya." He hung up before I could ask what all the noise was.

He probably hit a shelf again.

I thought before drifting off to sleep again.

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"Good evening, gorgeous." Simon's voice entered my dreams. I woke up instantly.

"Right, I haven't showered today and I've been in bed all day." I rolled over to find him sitting in the chair beside my bed.

"Gorgeous." He grinned, sending me a wink.

"You're a moron."

"You love it."

"Sure." I laughed, causing myself to cough. "How long have you been here?" I felt around my bed for my phone to check the time.

"I dunno." Simon checked the time on his phone, "Like an hour."

"You've been watching me sleep for an hour?" I stared at him. I just wanted to freak him out.

"Er.. well.. uh.." He stammered, obviously embarrassed, "No. When I got here I came up here and you were sleeping so I went back downstairs to watch T.V., but then I thought I should come wake you up."

"Where's my key?"

"I left it on the counter." Simon tends to visit whenever I can't get downstairs to open the door, and because I lock myself out a lot, I started leaving a spare key hidden out front.

"My dad's gonna be home in like an hour." I found my phone-- and a text message from my dad.

"That's okay." Simon climbed out of the chair, "You hungry?"

"You got soup?" I sat up.

"And some other stuff," He laughed, "I'll be right back."

He took off downstairs, whistling something the whole way.

Good thing he can cook.

I snuggled up in my blankets, knowing he won't burn my house down.

I checked my appearance in my phone, instantly making me get up to clean myself up a bit.

I looked sicker than I actually felt.

Grabbing some clean sweatpants and a tank top, I changed in my bathroom down the hall. Brushing out my hair and tying it back, I gave my face a quick wash and teeth a quick brush.

Feeling better, I went back to my bedroom to find Simon eating a bowl of soup in my recliner.

"Lookin' good." He winked as I crawled back into bed.

"Shut up." I was tempted to toss a pillow, but it would be my own fault for ruining my chair with soup.

Grabbing my bowl from my bedside table, I dug right in.

"How ya feeling?" Simon asked after we both finished.

"A lot better, thanks." I smiled as he took my bowl downstairs for me.

Getting cozy in bed, I heard Simon come back into my room.

And felt him climb into my bed.

"Simon," I rolled over, "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfy." He grinned like a little kid.

"You're only gonna get sick." I shrugged.

"No I'm not." Simon pulled me closer to him, "Wanna watch a movie?"

Protesting that he was too close to me to not get sick, Simon found my T.V. remote and hit play. Neither of us knew what movie was even in the machine.

"It'll be a surprise." Simone kissed the top of my head.

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"Rae, I'm home!" My dad called from downstairs, forgetting that I'm sick and might be sleeping. "Rae?" He called again.

Wriggling out of Simon's arm, I sat up in my bed. We ended up falling asleep part way through the movie.

"Hey, dad!" I yelled back, hoping Simon would wake up and get out of my bed before my dad came up.

"Is Simon here?"

"Yup," I nudged Simon's sleeping body, "We're just watching a movie."

My dad doesn't have a problem with Simon; nor does he have a problem with us laying in my bed. My dad's problem would be that because I'm sick, being too close to Simon could get him sick. Like I don't already know that.

"Simon," I whispered, "Simon." I woke him up.

"Huh? What?" He stared up at me.

"My dad's home."

"So?"

"Get in the recliner." I pushed him.

Tripping and stumbling, Simon jumped onto my recliner as I rewound the movie a little bit.

My dad's footsteps coming up the stairs made Simon jump.

"Scaredy-cat." I smirked.

"Hey, Rae. Simon." My dad nodded his greetings, "How ya feeling, Rae?"

"A whole lot better than this morning."

"Good." He came over to my bed to feel my forehead, "What's with the snacks downstairs?"

"They're Simon's." I tried laughing, "He forgot about them."

Saying a few more things, my dad left us to finish our movie.

"I better get going." Simon checked the time once the movie was finished, "I promised my mom I wouldn't be too late."

"Okay," I sighed, "Thanks for coming over."

"I'll call you tomorrow." He smiled, kissing me on the forehead.

"You know," I teased, "I'm not that sick anymore."

"And?" Simon smirked.

"And that's all." I grinned, knowing Simon knew what I meant.

"Feel better, Rae." He leaned down, giving me a kiss like I wanted.

"You are so gonna get a cold." I did my best to laugh as he left my room.

"Doubt it." He called from down the hall.

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It's been three days since Simon came over and I haven't seen him since then.

I'm no longer sick and I've been trying to get ahold of him all day. I talked to him on the phone yesterday, but today he's not answering.

I bet he's sick.

By 3 o'clock, I still hadn't heard from him; which was definitely weird.

I tried calling him for the third time, and the third time being the charm, he answered.

"Hey, Rae." His voice sounded off.

"Are you sick?"

"No." Simon's voice cracked; like it does when he lies.

"You so are."

"I am not."

"Simon, you're voice sounds off and keeps cracking. You're sick and lying." I laughed.

"I knew I shouldn't have answered my phone." He mumbled.

"Aren't you a nice boyfriend." I shot back, completely joking.

"You know I love you." He teased, sneezing right after. "Aren't you gonna say you told me so?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you said I was gonna get sick and now I am."

"Oh, for that." I smirked. "Nah, I think I'll leave it for now."

"And when I'm feeling better you'll rub it in?" Simon managed a small laugh.

"Maybe." I laughed with him, "How ya feeling?"

"Sick."

"I never would have guessed that." I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me.

"Hey, Rae..."

"Hey, Simon..."

"Wanna do me a favour?"

"Depends on what it is."

"I'm lonely and hungry. Will you come over?"

"So that you can eat me?" I joked.1

"Come over and bring soup."

"I don't know..."

"Please?" Simon sounded desperate.

"I'll be like half an hour." I laughed, saying good-bye.1

"See ya soon, gorgeous."

"You too, moron." I hung up on Simon before he could say anything else.+

What a moron.




 


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