You hated being sick, but who liked it?

I mean, maybe when you were a kid, and you got to stay home all day but being sick as an adult? Not fun

You were lying in bed in your apartment, the covers wrapped around you like a burrito, covering your red nose and puffy eyes as you slept.

Of course, Drew couldn't help but bother you.

"Baby, how do you turn your dishwasher on? You have too many damm buttons." He complains as he leans against the doorway to your bedroom, just wearing a T-shirt and some sweatpants with his brown hair slightly messy.

"Just press normal then start..." You mumble out, pulling the blanket tighter around you. Drew nods before walking out of the room and into the kitchen where he would probably break the dishwasher.