Vomit
Meanwhile....
"Zac?" Kait asked.
"It's so you don't get wet." Zac explained. He carried her back and set her down in
front of her door. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Then they went into their
own rooms. When Kait walked in I was laying on my back and Tay was sitting on me with
one leg on each side of me, tickling me. When Tay noticed her he stopped.
"I should go and take off my skates, see you in a little while??"
"Yeah!! See you in a little while, puny boy!!" I smiled at him and he got up and
left.
"Okay, I DON'T think I wanna know!!" Kait proclaimed. I got up and noticed her
cum stained clothes.
"KAIT! What were you guys doing?? Did you have sex??"
"No. I'll tell you everything in a minute. I wanna change quick." She dug in her
clothes and pulled out a green and white checkered skirt with pleats, a blue button up
shirt, and a green sweater. She quickly changed, and climbed up into her bed.
"So what happened?" As Kait was about to answer, Tay burst into our
room.
"KAIT, is Zac sick??"
"Not that I know of!" She sat up and looked down at him. "Why?"
"He just threw up."
"I was with him like, 2 seconds ago!!" She jumped from her bed and ran into the
next room. She burst in and saw Zac laying on his bed. He was wearing just boxers. His
hair was damp and he was staring at the ceiling. "ZACHARY WALKER HANSON! Why
didn't you TELL me you were sick??"
"I'm not."
"Tay said you threw up."
"I did."
"If you aren't sick, then why'd you barf?"
"I was....kind of....nervous....about what happened."
"I think your lying to me, let me feel your forehead." She stood on Tay's bed and
tried to put her hand on his forehead. He turned away.
"Zac, look at me."
"NO."
"Yes. Just let me see if you're warm." He slowly turned onto his side, and looked
at her. She put the back of her hand on his forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed. Her
hand was cool on his face. She checked his cheeks too, and then started to move his hair
away from his face. "You're a little warm."
"It's hot in here."
"Why is your hair wet?"
"I got some vomit in my hair. I had to clean it out. Unless you wanted a smelly
boyfriend." She smiled at him.
"Are you tired?"
"Yeah. I didn't really sleep much last might."
"Do you want me to leave?" She gently smoothed his hair.
"No."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Sing to me."
"What should I sing?"
"Anything."
"Do you know/What I think about/All these nights/When I can't sleep/Sleep at
all/Oh slowly/I close my eyes/My thoughts/They fly/Away to you/No matter what I
do/And I wish/I could turn back time/Back to the time/When you were/Mine..." She
stopped.
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