Post by thesuki on Jul 19, 2007 15:37:48 GMT
Pox'd
Nigel stared miserably at the ceiling and tried not to scratch himself. His chicken pox were much better, having gone down to itchy red dots, but he would be sick for another week. Fortunately, he had been able to sneak out to the tree house and away from his dad’s stifling care.
“Oh, Nigey!”
Nigel looked up as Lizzie entered his room carrying a large bag. She set it down next to his bed and leaned over to check his forehead. “How are you feeling, Nigey?”
“Oh, all right, I guess.” Actually, the itching was driving him crazy, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Well, lucky for you, I’ve already had the chicken pox. So I can be here to make you feel better.” She gave him a quick hug around the shoulders before starting to unload her package: calamine lotion, James Bond videos, oven mitts (cotton, thank goodness) to prevent him from scratching himself, and oatmeal bath.
“And I even brought your favorite,” she said coyly before bringing out the last item. “Pistachio ice cream.”
“Great!” Nigel snatched the carton and plastic spoon from Lizzie’s hands and dug in.
Lizzie sat back and watched him, certain he would give himself brain freeze. “So where are your friends?”
Nigel swallowed a mouthful. “They had a mission. Heavy teen activity down at the playground.” He was still miffed that he was too sick to go.
“You mean we’re all alone…?”
“Yeah, I guess so…oh…”
Nigel glanced at Lizzie. She was already leaning forward, eyes closed and lips slightly puckered. Nigel hesitated, looking as far out each door and window as he could see. Satisfied that they were indeed alone, he exhaled deeply to relax, then closed his eyes, leaned towards Lizzie, and…
A loud wolf whistle almost threw him off the bed. Nigel caught himself and looked up at the doorway where his four teammates were standing. And smirking.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Boss,” Numbuh 5 said unapologetically. “Were we interrupting?”
“G-guys!” Nigel felt himself turning as red as the chicken pox.
“Hey, we’d better go,” Numbuh 2 suggested. “They want to be alone.”
Nigel could hear them chortling all the way to their rooms, despite having his head covered by a pillow. Lizzie just sighed and ate a spoonful of Nigel’s ice cream herself. So much for that opportunity.
Nigel stared miserably at the ceiling and tried not to scratch himself. His chicken pox were much better, having gone down to itchy red dots, but he would be sick for another week. Fortunately, he had been able to sneak out to the tree house and away from his dad’s stifling care.
“Oh, Nigey!”
Nigel looked up as Lizzie entered his room carrying a large bag. She set it down next to his bed and leaned over to check his forehead. “How are you feeling, Nigey?”
“Oh, all right, I guess.” Actually, the itching was driving him crazy, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Well, lucky for you, I’ve already had the chicken pox. So I can be here to make you feel better.” She gave him a quick hug around the shoulders before starting to unload her package: calamine lotion, James Bond videos, oven mitts (cotton, thank goodness) to prevent him from scratching himself, and oatmeal bath.
“And I even brought your favorite,” she said coyly before bringing out the last item. “Pistachio ice cream.”
“Great!” Nigel snatched the carton and plastic spoon from Lizzie’s hands and dug in.
Lizzie sat back and watched him, certain he would give himself brain freeze. “So where are your friends?”
Nigel swallowed a mouthful. “They had a mission. Heavy teen activity down at the playground.” He was still miffed that he was too sick to go.
“You mean we’re all alone…?”
“Yeah, I guess so…oh…”
Nigel glanced at Lizzie. She was already leaning forward, eyes closed and lips slightly puckered. Nigel hesitated, looking as far out each door and window as he could see. Satisfied that they were indeed alone, he exhaled deeply to relax, then closed his eyes, leaned towards Lizzie, and…
A loud wolf whistle almost threw him off the bed. Nigel caught himself and looked up at the doorway where his four teammates were standing. And smirking.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Boss,” Numbuh 5 said unapologetically. “Were we interrupting?”
“G-guys!” Nigel felt himself turning as red as the chicken pox.
“Hey, we’d better go,” Numbuh 2 suggested. “They want to be alone.”
Nigel could hear them chortling all the way to their rooms, despite having his head covered by a pillow. Lizzie just sighed and ate a spoonful of Nigel’s ice cream herself. So much for that opportunity.
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It made my day.
