17 ✯ happy face

                                    

                                          
❝Now you put on a happy face, you need someone who's gonna stay.❞ -happy face, Tate McRae
                          
Still an Avasode lol:
                          
The paling skin on her face worried me heavily. Seeing her in such a state of pain and discomfort simply didn't sit right. The problem was that I had zero experience in taking care of sick people. Usually, I'd be the one that was taken care of by the others. But not in this case.
                          
I've only ever been sick those few times, and every time Y/N would take care of me. I never actually bothered to ask what the soup she made for me was, neither did I give two craps about the medicine. I simply decided to trust her regarding the situation, and didn't ask too many questions. 
                          
Surprisingly, she never got sick, even though whenever I was feeling unwell, she'd stay in close proximity to me. It made me feel safe, like I had a protector watching over me. Sometimes, Y/N really seemed like a mother to me, not that I particularly know what having a mother feels like.
                          
To have someone support you and watch over you... That's it!
                          
I hastily got my shoes on, and opened my front door, running down the hall to Mrs. Oats' apartment in the complex. I knocked on her door many times, before rapidly smashing on the doorbell.
                          
"Mrs. Oats! I really need your help!" I screeched.
                          
"Oh, Ava. You're going to destroy my doorbell, you know?" She said.
                          
"Mrs. Oats! I've got an emergency, and I really need your help because I don't know what to do, and—" I screamed again.
                          
Mrs. Oats cut me off, saying, "Ava, honey. Stop screaming. You won't be able to scream the next time you play with your boy toys, eh?" She said, winking.
                          
I groaned. Mrs. Oats and her dirty jokes, really.
                          
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Oats, but this is not the time to be making embarrassing jokes about me! Y/N is in bed, sick. And I don't know how to help or take care of her! I really need your assistance on this, I don't want to worsen her current condition." I told the elderly woman.
                          
She sighed, before saying, "Oh my. Let's go ahead, shall we?" And took off like a bullet towards my apartment.
                          
I swear that woman is magical. I had only just walked into the apartment from Mrs. Oats place when I saw the woman frantically flying around the kitchen. She looked crazy. The nonexistent wind was whipping up her hair for some reason. Like, I didn't even have the windows open but sure. (#animelogic)
                          
She was preparing some food for Y/N on the table.
                          
"Is that..?" I began, cocking an eyebrow at her.
                          
"Baby food, yes." She said, mashing up some weird white stuff.
                          
I assumed it was congee or something.
                          
"Don't you go thinking about any nasty things like that, shall we Ava dear?" She said, smirking.
                          
Okay, I think I'll go open the window and ascend now. Regardless, Mrs. Oats brought the food into Y/N's room. The boys were crowded around her sleeping figure, whispering. I honestly don't care about what they were talking about, but as long as it wasn't steaming hot tea I would miss out on, it was alright.
                          
Y/N was sleeping peacefully, her face drawn into a small smile. She looked like she was a part of the recently deceased though. She usually didn't get sick, but when she did, she'd turn into a zombie. It scared me, to be honest. How her face goes pale, and the life seems to have been sucked out of her. No wonder the boys were so afraid that they had accidentally killed her or something. Everyone seemed slightly worried. It was sort of awkward though.
                          
Tensions were always high in this house. Not just between me and boys, but between the boys themselves. They were constantly fighting. Makes me kind of wary how they've been acquaintances for so long without pummeling each other's faces in with those weapons of theirs.
                          
I mean, that'd be a good fight scene, and I'd grab a bucket full of popcorn to watch that, but still. They'd probably have killed each other by now. Maybe it's just a magical miracle they haven't yet. Heh.
                          
Before this all happened, to me, Magic wasn't real. Magic was not something I had experienced before, nor believed in. But this whole experience has gotten me to feel the magic. It might sound cheesy, and I know it is, but friendship is magic too. (My little pony, my little pony~)
                          
All these guys have become my friends. Even though they're annoying and stupid, they've been here. They support me. And that's what friends are for.
                          
"Don't look at me like that, you idiots. I'm not dead yet." I heard a mutter coming from the bed.
                          
I smiled. Y/N was awake, eyes firefly scanning us and a lazy smile etched on her small, happy face.
                          
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oMl 9K guys 9 flippin K!
I'm so grateful and happy cause this story is so close to 10K! And I've never gotten this amount of reads ever! I'm so happy TwT
And I only just started watching Phoenix Drop high 😂 I'm slow but I'm at Cat Fight UwU (PDH Garroth and Laurence tho! Especially Travis and Zane 😂) My friends watching me scream at garroth is hilarious since I was calling some friends while watching it. Everyday Ivy: Garroth is mah boyfriend but he don't know it yet :3
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edit: 16.04.2021
word count: 940 words
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