Hiya. This is a flash fiction I wrote today, inspired from my flu and how I can’t stop describing its disgusting workings to people. But not you though. I would never do that to you 😉
I gingerly walked through the school to get to my home room. Still feeling out of it, I almost didn’t see Jake.
He smiled at me and kindly asked, “Hey, you’re feeling better then?”
I tried smiling back but it ended in a grimace. “A little. I think I swallowed too much mucus so I’m all queasy now.”
Jake’s smile froze into insincerity. “Okay…” He walked away.
The shout from behind almost threw my heart out of my chest. Reeling, I clutched my collar and turned around to meet Lana.
“What was that for?”
“I could ask you the same thing!”
“What person in their right mind talks about mucus to someone they like?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“Seriously! What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t. Okay?”
“Well, maybe you should start.” Lana approached me, but kept at least a meter’s distance for fear of germs. “How do you expect to ever get a date?”
“I dunno. Maybe I have a subconscious fear of commitment-”
“I think you gotta have some sort of relationship first. You enjoy sabotaging any chance of that.”
I just shrugged, already too exhausted to argue.
“C’mon. We better get moving.”
I follow her down the path.
“Hey,” Lana spoke up after about a minute. “I’m glad you’re back.”
I sneezed and rummaged my pockets for a tissue.
She burst out laughing.
I was glad to be back.