No Love Here

Jill's POV

I poured the popcorn into a big bowl and handed it to Chris. "I think I've got some candy in the cupboard." I opened it and dug around before finding a bag of starburst. "Ah! Got it! Let's go." I nudged him towards the living room. We entered to Mimi snuggled against Micheal on the corner of the couch closest to the sliding doors. Chris sat on the opposite end and I sat close beside him. Chopper lay down at our feet. "Hit play!" Mimi did so, and it started.

Rent was probably the most meaningful and deep thing someone could put on DVD. At least, in my eyes. The entire thing was basically about saying "fuck you" to society's norms. A salute to the bohemian lifestyle where money didn't matter; happiness did. I couldn't pick out a favorite character, really. Each were so perfect. Besides two of them being addicted or previously addicted to drugs.

Half way through the first act, I had cuddled up to Chris. He had his arms loose around me and I was pressed close to his side, my head resting gently on his chest. As close as he and I were, it was nothing when compared to Mimi and Mike. Mimi was mostly in his lap, his arms holding her tight to him. Her hand was resting on her extended stomach, his over hers.

I was compfy there, though. I seemed to fit almost perfectly into his side and him being so close didn't scare me. Nothing about him scared me. He was warm and soft, like a giant human teddy bear.

The intermission was taped as well, ten exact minutes of countdown on the screen. At that point, I got up and refilled the popcorn and Mimi ran for her hundrenth pee break.

When I returned to the couch, I snuggled back next to Chris and kissed his cheek.

By the middle of the second act, I was sobbing. So was Mimi. I won't say who dies though. But it's Angel. It was the second most emotional part of the musical too. The first most being the finale. Chris comforted me as best he could, patting my back and holding me.

But he was thouroughly unprepared for the finale. The character in jeopardy this time was Mimi Marquez. It always got to me, because it reminded me of possibly losing my own cousin Mimi. I wouldn't be able to make it if I lost her.

Still, Chris held me.

After the movie was over, I reluctantly stood. Mimi did the same (with some help) as well as Mike. "Well, we've got to get going," she spoke reluctantly, hugging me as tightly as she could possibly manage. "I'll call you as soon as we move into our new place, okay? Love you." I nodded and replied. She turned her attention to Chris. "Take care of my baby cousin, okay? I'll go all raging pregnant lady on you if you don't." Chris chuckled lightly, but I'm pretty sure he did know it was an actual threat. I got one more hug before both of them left.

I sat back down next to Chris. "That was fun," I said. "You know, besides me staining your shirt by crying on it."

He smiled at me. "Yeah." I took his hand and moved a bit closer to him. I noticed he felt a little warm. "I liked the movie. It was really meaningful."

"We can watch another movie, if you want," I offered. "But you feel a bit feverish." He gave me a tired smile.

"I'm fine. And sure, I'd love to watch another movie," he spoke. I sat down next to him and grabbed the playstation remote. I was a bit worried, but I was sure that if he said he was okay, he was.

"What should we watch?"

I woke up in my bed, though I didn't remember going there last night. I also didn't remember the end of the movie, so I guessed that Chris must've put me there. I got up and stumbled sleepily into the livingroom. My phone was on the side table beside the couch. I grabbed it and checked for messages. The first was from Chris. "Just so you know, you fell asleep about halfway through the movie. I brought you into your room. See you tomorrow." The next was from Mimi. "Hey, I emailed you how to get to our new apartment. I'm sending you a key! Love you, and be good (and not too frisky with Chris)." I blushed and replied quickly. A third came from Rebecca. "Is it exciting over there? It's just abunch of screaming kids here." I replied with a generic "As exciting as a week off of school can be." Which for me, was really exciting, apparently. I got a boyfriend, got to see my pregnant cousin, was told I'd be the Godmother of the baby, and nearly had my secret relationship discovered and got my favorite movie/musical on DVD.

I sat down on the couch and yawned. It was around eight. I was hungry and glad Chris and I had gone shopping the day previous day. I got a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch. I turned on the tv and found Phineas & Ferb on. I had a habit of watching kids shows like that. I also liked a few from Cartoon Network, but I missed the older shows that I watched when I was little. When I finished my cereal, I went and got Adam from his tank. He slithered up my arm and settled on my shoulder, content. It was, what, thursday? I had about two days until Becca came home and dragged me out for shopping or something. She usually did that around the end of break. But, Becca being back, Chris and I wouldn't be able to be around each other as much. Maybe we should go out on another date before she could come back. I mean, until we told her and the others, we'd have to hide it at school, and because Becca lived across the hall and came over often, we'd have to be careful here too. So maybe it was a good idea to go out again.

I grabbed my phone and texted Chris. "Hey. Wanna go out on a date tonight? It'll be one of our last chances before break is over."

I didn't know if he was awake, but if not, he could always reply later. Surprisingly enough, his reply came back almost immediately. "I'd love to, but I'm not feeling very good."

I replied, "You okay? ):"

"I'm fine. My head just hurts and I can't eat. I'm cold too."

I frowned and texted back. "You probably have what I had. I'm coming over." I got up and returned Adam to his cage. Grabbing the ibeprofen, I noticed her had replied.

"No, I'm fine. Go hang out with Ada or something. Enjoy your day."

I rolled my eyes. It was less than a minute before I was over at his apartment. He was lying on the couch with a blanket over him, his eyes half open. He looked sick. There were bags under his eyes and he was shivering a bit. I kneeled beside the couch and put my wrist on his forehead. He definately had a fever. "Chris, you need to take some ibeprofen."

"I'm fine..." he replied, halfheartedly. "Go have fun or somethin'..."

I rolled my eyes again. "No. You took care of me, so I'm taking care of you. And I told you last night you should've gotten some rest instead of stayed to watch a movie."

He smiled lightly. "But I got to spend time with you."

Heat rose on my face and I smiled and replied. "I thought it was supposed to be a month or more into a relationship before sappy lines like that are said."

He shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it all depends on the chemistry between the two." I blushed a deep red.

"Well, do you have anymore blankets? One isn't going to keep you warm enough." He nodded and directed me to the closet where I pulled out a few blankets that were folded inside. I spread them over him and then headed for his kitchen to get him some water. I returned with a glass and two ibeprofen for him. "C'mon. Sit up." He did so and I handed him the pills and glass. When he had finished the water, he placed it on the ground.

Before he lay back again, he looked up at me. "Jill?"

"Yeah?"

"... Thanks."

I smiled and sat at the end of the couch. With a gentle hand, I pulled him to lay down, his head on my lap. I quickly kissed his forehead. "Get some sleep, Chris."