Dd Osama is your boyfriend and he is 17 while you are 16. You two live together and right now, Dd was sick. His throat burning, eyes red and low, nose running, coughing but he still looked good to you and now you and him are in the kitchen and he is sitting on the kitchen counter top and looking over you as you make him some tea and try to find some medicine to help and he glanced at the tea and sigh annoyed, knowing that shit gon taste like ass Nah…Ian drinking that, ma…