"ACHOO!"

Hey guys—ACHOO! As you can see, your adorable Kate Roberts—ACHOO! Is sick and that's why I couldn't go to school today to return Harrison's friend's jersey. I blew off my nose. The bad thing is it feels like shit—ACHOO! But the good thing is that I get to eat a huge load of ice cream, what can be possibly be better—ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!

I snorted.

"Kate?" Mom entered my room "The doctor told me that it's not a cold, it an allergic reaction,"
"Allergy?" I asked and sneezed.
"Yes, did you come near something unusual?"
"I don't know?" Am I allergic to Harrison? Can you even be allergic to other humans?

My face was red from all that sneezing and I felt nauseated. It felt like worms were crawling inside my forehead ad my eyes were burning. How did it get so bad? What am I even allergic to?

I didn't have the strength to keep sitting so I lay back down into my bed. I was so tired ever since I came back from school that I just went to bed without even changing my clothes. I felt really cold. I was shivering.

Mom touched my forehead, "You've got really high fever,"
"Mom! I'm going to school!" Anna shouted from downstairs.
"Oh! I need to go to work too!"

She went away and closed my room's door, "Don't forget to take your medicines!"
"Mom," I closed my eyes, "Please don't go," Sorry guys, I guess I can't talk a lot today. You do the talking. Why am I the only one is always talking anyways?

I squirmed inside my blanket and clenched my teeth. I am so cold and my body is hurting. I don't want to be alone. I closed my eyes, just in hope that I would fall asleep.

Soon, I felt something warm and comforting on my forehead. I opened my eyes. I couldn't see properly and my vision was blurred.
"Oh God, you're burning. Did you take your medicines?"
"No," I replied. I fell asleep after that.

I felt like someone was holding my hand. It was warm. I squeezed their hand gently and opened my eyes. Brandon Johnson sat beside me.

I looked into his eyes, "Oh, you're up? Did you sleep well?" He left my hand and picked up a bowl beside him.
"I made some soup. Drink some and then we'll give you your medicines,"

"You can cook?" My voice was hoarse.
"Yes." He smiled, "I'll make you some ice cream later, okay?"
I got up and drank the soup. I wasn't very hungry but since he made it, I drank some. He gave me my medicines and I lay back into my bed.

He looked at me and held my hand, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you're feeling good,"
"I don't need this," I pulled my hand back but he held it tighter.
"Believe me, you do," He smiled.
I didn't say anything because he was right. It did feel good.

"Why would your mother leave you alone when you are so sick?" He asked.
"Oh, she's busy. I wish I had a more responsibile mother,"
"You should you happy you have a mother,"

"What?"
He shook his head with a smile, "It's nothing."
What was that? I looked at our hands for a while.

"I don't understand, Brandon," I said.
"What do you not understand, Kate?"
"You said you loved me, then why would you hurt me? And why are you always so mean to everyone?"

Brandon pressed my head. His hands were warm and his fingertips moved across my scalp.
"Remember the first time we met?"
"When Anna introduced you to me?"
"No, I met you before that,"
"I don't remember it,"

"Nevermind that. You know Kate, I've always been the kind who really took care of themselves. Like I used to trim my nails, apply moisturiser on my hands and feet, do skincare, that's why maybe I never really got pimples—like ever.

Girls usually asked me why my skin was so good and I told them I did skincare. I helped them with their skin and made many friends. Girls were nice and sweet but guys were hostile.

They were like—Bro, you're gay, you do makeup. But makeup and skincare are different. It's just hygiene. Like you brush your teeth or take a bath to keep yourself clean, you take care of your skin to keep it clean.

But it's more socially acceptable for a girl to be a tomboy, but boys can't be girly without being called gay.

It was hard growing up, hearing comments about people judging your masculinity. At one point, I thought that maybe I am gay—Is being gay wrong?

Then in middle school, I met you. You were," He chuckled, "Weird,"
"Weird?"
"Yeah," He laughed, "But that attracted me. I think I'm attracted to weird people, given that Harry and I friends. But honestly though, you were so different from me. You were strong and independent. You didn't care what others said about you and you looked so cool.

I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how. I was always bad with boys. I could talk to girls easily, but approaching a guy was difficult. I saw you and Anna were close so I became friends with her. I thought that way I could know you better too. But you were different from what I imagined.

You were loud, always complaining, hated all girls," He laughed, "And you were cute. I liked you. But it was more of a puppy love, you know. Though, I never saw you smiling. Not even once. I wondered if you were sad. I mean. . . How could a person not smile for three years?

You were lonely but you didn't wanted to be. Though, you showed that you wanted no friends. I told myself I'd be your friend. That I'd always be there for you. That I'd protect you.

We were getting closer, you and I. I liked the time I spent with you. You didn't open up to me but atleast you talked. That enough, made me elated.
I promised myself that I'd never hurt you.

But then, Anna confessed to me. And if I rejected her, I knew it would affect our fragile relationship. I didn't like her, I liked you. But I had to date her to stay close to you because I didn't have the courage to tell you that I like you.

However, after that I had all my time with her. You began growing distant and I hated it. You looked alone again, as if you were fading. Anna had a lot of friends, but you had no one. I just wanted to leave everything and run to you. Because I thought you only have me.

But I was wrong.

Someone told me she likes you. And that she was going to confess to you that valentine. Everyone cheered her on. You were getting attention and I didn't want that. So, I just said, "You wanna date someone who fucks his dog?"

I didn't know it would blow up like that. I shouldn't have said that. You still seemed like you didn't care. But I hated myself. I promised myself that I'd never hurt you but it was all that I was doing. Hurting you.

She didn't confess to you but I hurt you and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for being so immature and that I have always hurt you. You are the only person I've loved so much and you're the one I've hurt so much." Brandon pressed his head on my bed, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The guilt is eating me everyday now and I just can't take it anymore. This is so painful,"

You think this is painful? You need to suffer!
"Be strong and be kind" Not now Jaden. Damn you!

I looked at his white head. Brandon Johnson was crying? This person who always made me cry was crying. I should be happy but...It hurts to hear him cry. This is what I wanted, didn't I?

Be kind, he said.
That is not what kind people want.

I reached my hands closer to his head. Memories flashed like LEDs in the darkness. Everything he said, everything he did, it was all coming back.
"You're smart for a blonde,"
"Kate? I thought she died in titanic?"
"Caucasian Kate, basically Asian Kate with a cock? Doesn't fit,"

You're seriously such a jerk.
And I'm going to regret this.

I got up and pressed his head.
"Don't cry," What the fuck am I doing? Blame the medicines! "You promised, didn't you? That you won't hurt me. Then don't cry. Seeing you cry... hurts me,"

Ah shit.
Now I've done it. But atleast he stopped crying.
"Kate,"
"Yeah?" He held my hands and interwove our fingers together. He looked at the bed and I looked at his white eyelashes.

"It's okay if I'm not the favorite chapter you've written but I hope you sometimes you smile when you flip back to the pages I was still a part of."
He rose his eyes and looked into my eyes. I grew a bit conscious,

"You don't have to answer. I really love you, Kate," He sat on the carpeted floor and I sat on the bed. He slowly got on his knees and gently pulled my face towards him. Our lips were at a gay distance, extremely close.

But then I sneezed—ACHOO!

"Sorry," Why am I apologising?! Jaden has gotten into me. Brandon wiped his face with his shirt "It's okay, I deserved it for jumping on a sick person."
"Why are you here?!" I shouted. I was gaining back my strength.

"Oh right! I came to take my jersey."
"Your jersey?" I looked at my clothes, "...This is yours?"
"My name is written behind it,"
Fuck.

I removed the jersey and threw it at his face. He laughed and looked around my room. It was messy and packed with stuff. I just stared at him while sitting on my bed in my underwear.

"Hey, is that a keyboard?" He looked aside.
"Yes. My sister practiced with it before. Then, she gave it to me,"
He picked it up, "I see. Can you play it?"
"Just a few chords. You?"

"Let's see,"
He placed it on the stand and kept it before his chair. "The chords are similar to a guitar, so," He began playing it.

"You've got a good voice," I complimented him. He laughed, "Thanks, you've got good nipples,"
What the—I covered my chest with my hands. This guy is dangerous!

"YOU GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" I shouted.
"But why?"
"BECAUSE YOU ARE A PERVERT!"
"You wore my jersey, what does that make you?" He got up and walked towards me.

"I WOULD'VE BURNT IT HAD I KNOWN IT WAS YOURS!" I moved back and he pinned me on my own bed.
"If you try something weird, I'm going to kick you in the sack!"

Suddenly, my room's door opened.
"I'm back!" It was Anna. She froze as she looked at Brandon and me. He moved away from me and looked at her.

Oh no.
Again more drama.

-To be continued

Kate Roberts
All I Want is you baby