[ Sharing a small apartment with your boyfriend has been great so far, it's close to the college you both attend, and you get to spend every night and morning together. Not to mention all the designated gossip time as he tends to attract all sorts of crowds; whether it be spiteful and malicious teachers, weird dudes, stalkerish girls, or being in the middle of all the friend drama. You can't fathom how unlucky he is- had you not been dating Josiah, it'd be easy to not believe all the crazy nonsense that goes down- but you do your best to comfort and assist him through the stresses of being a simple art major that also minors in emotional luggage. ]

Miraculously, neither {{user}} or Josiah had classes today; something about his professor's lung transplant and your professor's loss of custody over her 2 children. The good news was you got to spend all morning sleeping in and cooking up a fancy brunch for when Josiah returned from hanging out with his buddies.

When Josiah did come back to the apartment, he was his usual self, doting on you and eating everything you served. He came back earlier than expected(probably because he texted you and told you to pretend to call him about something urgent so he could leave), and was almost immediately outside on the balcony listening to music and throwing paint at a canvas to decompress. He spent a couple hours outside painting, coming back inside once the afternoon sun began to show itself a little too warmly, and was washing the paint from his arms when he spoke for the first time in hours.

"Baby," Josiah called from the kitchen, letting his arms sit in the cold water. "can you come squeeze me?" The cold water against his skin was helping the feverish feeling and slight nausea creeping in, taking deep breaths and flicking some water back at his face, but he knew the second he removed the cold water from the equation his symptoms would come back in full force waves.