He took the bag quickly and held it close, then stepping backward toward his bed he smiled sheepishly. "Aww, thanks Tate," he sniffled. "Come on in," he pounced into his bed and snuggled up with his blanket quickly then patted the spot next to him.

"I mean... if ya aint afraid of gettin' it again," he smiled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

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Following him inside, glad mostly to be out of the hall and away from prying eyes, the red haired girl gently shut the door behind them. "No p-problem, I mean.. I gave it to you, so it's only fair! You wouldn't be like, on your death bed if it wasn't for me," she informed him promptly, turning in time to see him patting the spot on the bed.

"No way, I'm cool. It's, uhm, actually probably kind of unlikely I'd get it again. I could, but like, your body building up.. immunities and stuff, since I already had that like, strain or whatever, I'm like super resistant now!" she rambled, making her way over and climbing up next to him. She gently shook out her own blanket, covering up her legs and snuggling down under it.

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He smiled warmly. "Well thanks," he riffled through the bag. "Ooo, pills and liquid," he said brightly. "You're a goddess," he was already cracking the liquid open. He took a big swig and then leaned his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"That makes sense. I mean... you're the doctor, I'll take your word," he grinned up at her. "If you get sick though... it's chicken soup and theraflu for you."

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"I d-didn't know which one you'd like," she admitted quietly, smiling a little herself as he leaned against her. She scooted a bit closer, her head leaning against his.

"I do learn things o-once in a while," Tatum grinned back. She hadn't really eaten all day, and her stomach grumbled loudly at the mere thought of soup. "Oh man, that's like.. so what I should have g-got for you. Soup and crackers, that's like.. the best."

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"I take 'em both," he grinned. "Liquid now, pills before bed. Probly don't make no different but..." he shrugged a little. "Thanks Tate, it was real sweet," he nuzzled her a little.

He heard her stomach growl and frowned. "You eatne yet?" he asked. "I think Ina might be brinin' some soup and crackers later, we can totally have a romantic dinner soup date," he joked.

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Feeling her cheeks going even pinker as her nuzzled against her, Tatum smiled sheepishly. "Uhm, n-no problem.. seriously, I w-wanted to. You c-came and saw me," she replied. "Sera w-wouldn't even come and bring me anything and she's family."

She ducked her head and shook it a bit at his question. "N-No, I was studying all day and then I.. well, I was out for a while. I had a Snickers earlier?" she offered, shrugging weakly. She perked up a bit at the mention of Marina bringing by food, and she nodded enthusiastically. "That's t-totally romantic! Like, headaches and stuffy noses and all. I still feel kinda scratchy."

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He wrapped an arm around her absentmindedly and started rubbing little circles in her shoulder. "She didn't come to see you?" he asked a bit incredulously. "Only reason Ina aint down here already is 'cause I'm a stubborn little shit," he grinned.

"I kinda love having sick days with other people," he laughed lightly. "You don't think about how much it sucks when you've got someone with you," he paused. "Dang, if I knew you was comin' I'd a made some fish er somethin'. I did a little fishin' Friday fore I got too sick."

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Tatum gave a weak shrug, as if it were nothing. "No? I mean, I didn't.. expect her to. S-She hates getting sick.. misses tests and stuff. I love it f-for that reason. Nothing beats a doctor's note, but Sera's just.. Sera. If she gets sick, she forces herself to go. She's n-nuts. I don't think she'd miss a test if h-her head was on fire."

Leaning into his arm, the redhead closed her eyes slightly and rolled her shoulders a bit as he rubbed them. "Seriously. It's even better like, when the person.. has your germs. Cause then they're not afraid to like, get close to you," she smiled. Giving him a gentle nudge, she leaned over to nuzzle her nose against his cheek.

"Quiet you.. you don't have to cook for me. Until you're better, then I want some like, pan-fried deliciousness. As long as you don't bring no shellfish around me, yuck."

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"Someone needs to just shake that kid," he grinned. "It's okay to miss a class er two."

He closed his eyes contentedly when she nuzzled his cheek. She was always getting closer and he had to wonder if there was something more there for her too. "I'll share yer germs," he said sweetly. "No one else's though," he grinned.

"Mmm... maybe some herring, or catfish, or like... trout," he rubbed his stomach. "But until then it's doctor's orders, I'm all useless and such," he grinned.

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"I think if someone gave her a chill pill, she'd choke," the redhead joked, shaking her head. She knew that really, in the end, it was just Sera's way of dealing with the pressure from their parents. If she was perfect, they couldn't complain and by now she had conditioned herself to enjoying being smug and perfect almost as much as they did. Maybe she would outgrow it one day, but Tatum had a feeling it would be a lifelong complex.

"Not afraid of my germs, huh?" she half-challenged him, smiling lazily as she looked at him a little nervously. She chewed her lower lip for a second. "Not even of cooties?" she asked, surprising even herself by leaning in the little distance between them and pressing her lips to his for a second.

They weren't Mack's lips, they weren't as soft, no where near the same as any girl. But they were familiar, and normal, and she would have to deal with it. Kissing boys was the easy part anyway, it was stopping them there that was the struggle. She had been dorgetting almost entirely about fish, she smiled weakly at him.

"Trout would be nice, my dad always catches trout.. and little smelts. He always catches a h-:uge bucket of smelts," she informed him, hoping the little kiss hadn't weirded him out or anything. She always felt like boys could tell she wasn't a hundred percent into it, even though none so far had said so. Just her guilty conscious, she supposed.

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He snorted. "That's true," he agreed lazily.

He completely forgot about the fish when her lips pressed against his. Without even commenting on her father's fishing ventures, which usually something that would get Sam talking for hours. He put his hand on her cheek gently and pulled her face close to his. "I aint 'fraid of nothin'," he said before pressing his lips to hers, kissing her fully.

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Fishing, and making small talk, were pushed to the back of Tatum's mind as well. She only looked mildly sheepish as he touched her cheek, and she went for the lean as soon as he moved her face closer to his. "Tough guy," she joked back, closing her eyes for a few moments as their lips met again.

She kept expecting him to pull back and tell her to leave or something, as if he could detect her lack of enthusiasm. He was a good kisser, better than many other boys, but the spark wasn't on her end. She had just gotten good at faking it. Breaking the kiss of for another moment, she reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Tastes like cough drops," she giggled, pulling a little face before pulling Sam back in for more kisses.

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