Alex pov

As i dragged John to his place, he wouldn't stop groaning and puking.

"What did you eat man? Your puking like crazy."

"I dunno. But it's really taking a toll on my stomach.." He groaned, and grabbed his tummy in pain.

I felt sorry for him, he looked so pale.  looking then this morning.

I approached the door, kinda feeling anxious to knock. But i guess John had it because he opened the door and just trudged on in.

I step into his house, and i was amazed by how f u c k i n g big it was. Like, damn my place is legit the size of there living room-

The high ceiling, yet there was a bit of stuff carelessly lying around. It looked lived in to say the least, but god damn was it huge. Even the couch looked high quality and comfy.

"Im goin' up to my room." John muttered, a slight southern draw slipping.

He walked up the stairs, and i followed suit. His southern tone was very hot.

A blush practically paints my cheeks at the very thought of his accent. Why am i like this? itS jUsT hiM taLkinG ALeX tHiS iSNT a biG dEaL-

But with him, i could hear his voice all day..

Creepy i know-

"nGHgHGhHHGHh-"

"John wtf." I snicker as he plops himself onto his bed face first.

"I want death." He mumbled into the pillow. (Same john)

"Don't we all honestly." I say and he groans louder.

"mY hEaD iS thuMpinG wiTH pAiN aNd i nEEd tO puKe agAiN-"

He attempted to dash to the bathroom, but ended up hurling onto the floor.

"Fucking why John that's disgusting."

"shUt uP i cAN't heLp iT." As he yet again hurled.

"Are you seriously ok though? The amount of times you've puked is unholy man."

"I dunno.. Stomach and head hurts lot.. Im dying." He concludes, and hurls yet again.

I walk on over to him and give a pat on the back.

He leans on me, his curly haired head on my shoulder. My face gets all hot, and i feel a sensation in my stomach. Like a storm of butterflies waiting to burst out.

What is up with me today?

"Sorry for all the vomiting.." John says, trailing off. Just by his tone of voice i could tell he was humiliated.

"It's ok. Your sick, and im here for ya, even if you vomit and it's gross I'll be here." I reassure, and stroke his fluff of curls.

He lightly chuckles, "thanks bro.. Your a great friend."

I smile, a twinge of sadness inside my heart. Im just a friend, nothing more.