Eloquence

Fevers.

Jordan's sister, Casey, had arrived at the airport at nearly one A.M. that morning. Her Father had taken the night off of work to go and pick her up while Jordan and her Mother slept. By the time she arrived there, she was suffering from a terrible case of jet leg, and only made short greetings before scurrying off to the guest room. Jordan had missed her sister dearly. Not because of the fact that she hadn't received a new box of clothing in nearly three months, but because of the fact that Casey always kept her sane. If Casey had been home, Jordan wouldn't have had to get by her parents' marital problems alone. She'd have her big sister there to comfort her when she needed it, instead of seeking affection in a dark alleyway in the middle of the city.

Jordan couldn't sleep. Her skin was on fire. She had discarded her flannel pajama set long ago and was now laying under her thin, cotton sheets in merely her panties and a racer back tank. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, and her fringe was matted to her forehead. She was always ill by the time the weather changed. When autumn turned to winter, she was bed-ridden for nearly a week. It was routine by this point.

Jordan was unbelievably thirsty, but she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. She was tired, but yet, her body wouldn't let her sleep. She was forced to lay awake, staring out the window across the room from her bed. It was snowing outside for the second time that weekend. Part of the reason why Casey had arrived home so late was because of the snow. Her flight had been delayed five hours until it had cleared up enough to fly. Jordan didn't like snow very much.

From behind her, Jordan heard the door to her bedroom creak open, and then click shut once more. Though her body was heavy, she pulled herself up into the sitting position, and looked to the shaded figure my the door. She squinted through the darkness, but couldn't see who it was.

"Hello?" She whispered.

The light clicked on, revealing a grinning Andrew by her door. She could see droplets of melted snow glimmering on the shoulders of his coat, and the ends of his hair. His scarf wasn't tied around his head today, like it usually was. Today, it was tied around his neck, most likely to keep him warm in the cold weather.

"Andrew?" She squeaked. "What are you-"

He crossed the room quickly, placing a hand over her mouth before she could finish speaking. He grinned crookedly at her, uttering a quiet, 'shh'. Jordan reached up, removing his hand from her face and furrowing her brow at him.

"How did you get in here?" She spoke in a hushed tone.

"The front door." Was his reply as he removed his jacket and shoes. "I hope you don't mind that I sort of broke into your house."

Jordan merely shook her head, looking up at him curiously.

"I like your outfit, by the way." He smirked at her, his eyes scanning her body.

Jordan pulled the covers over herself quickly. "Shut up."

Andrew merely grinned in reply, leaning in and pecking her lips affectionately. Jordan smiled weakly at him, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on hers once more, but she didn't want to get him sick. He moved his face closer again, rubbing his nose against hers. She giggled, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Again, he leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Jordan pulled away, shaking her head from side to side.

"Andrew, I-"

His index finger was pressed against her lips, stopping her from saying anything more. He brought his lips to hers, his hands finding their way to the sides of her neck. As she kissed him back, she couldn't help but to feel the way that his hands were slowly moving around the skin of her neck. Then more frantically, moving upwards to touch her cheeks and forehead. He pulled back quickly, looking at her with a furrowed brow.

"Baby, you have a fever." He whispered, cupping the side of her face tenderly.

Her heart swelled at the use of the pet name, and she leaned into his hand. His cold finger tips felt good against her skin. "I don't feel very well, Andrew."

He pouted at her, guiding her body to the laying position. "I'm going to see if you have anything cold to drink in your fridge, okay?"

"Don't get caught." She whispered, watching as he got off of the bed and crept quietly out of her room.

She could hear shuffling from outside, considering the fact that the kitchen was located just outside her door. Despite the fact that Andrew had broken into her home to see her, she was thankful for it. Without him, she probably would have been laying in bed, left to suffer and pity herself for the rest of the night.

He returned back to the room a few moments later, with a cold bottle of water and a cherry Popsicle. He pressed the cold exterior of the bottle to the skin of her cheek, and she sighed, nuzzling her face against it. Andrew chuckled, twisting the cap off and handing it to her. Jordan drank nearly half of the bottle in a few gulps, panting as she handed it back to Andrew.

"Do you want your Popsicle?" He asked, holding it up.

"Will you split it with me?" Jordan asked sweetly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Sure." He chuckled, carefully splitting the Popsicle into two halves and ripping open the package. He pulled out the first half and handed it to her before taking his half and crumpling up the wrapper in his other hand. He tossed it into her garbage can on the floor before getting himself comfortable, leaning against the headboard of her bed.

"Your hair is sticking to your neck." He noted. "Is it bothering you?

"Kind of." Jordan shrugged her shoulders, sucking on her Popsicle.

Andrew turned to the bedside table, grabbing a scrunchy from the surface. He pulled her long, damp waves away from her neck and tied them back loosely. She grinned at him thankfully, curling into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her closer and lightly stroking her side up and down.

It was times like these when Jordan realized why she liked Andrew so much. He was so sweet. She was sick, and he was here taking care of her, even though that wasn't his intention when he snuck into her house. He was obviously looking for some affection of sorts, but instead, he was comforting her. She was sure that most guys would have left when they found out she was sick and couldn't please them. But Andrew didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, it was almost as if he was glad to be there with her.

She was glad he was here, too.

"Hey, Andrew?" Jordan mumbled, her eyelids feeling heavy.

He made a hum of acknowledgment, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I really like you." She said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Andrew kissed her hair, his grip tightening around her momentarily. "I know you do."
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Awe! Andrew is such a sweetie pie, right?
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Sorry I haven't updated in so long.