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Krissy sat on the couch, trying to read, but her eyes were swimming, nasal passages completely clogged. She coughed and it felt like she was going to pop a lung.
Her dad came in with a glass with warm, flat ginger ale, and tucked the afghan around her legs. "I wish I didn't have to go to work." he said, adjusting his uniform. Half the cops were out with the flu that was currently ravaging his daughter, and he had been called in.
Krissy rolled her eyes, "Dad, I'm fifteen, I think I can manage to stay on the couch and rest by myself."
He looked a little sheepish, "Well, actually, I called, and your Aunt Charlie should be here any minute."
Krissy groaned, "Dad, she's going to go all nerdy on me, flash the vulcan sign and everything."
"Maybe she won't." he offered up.
Charlie burst through the front door, "What up, bitches?" Krissy glared at her father as Charlie indeed held her fingers up.
He kissed his little girl's head and thanked his younger sister for coming over. He promised to check in around dinner time and headed out.
Charlie settled herself into the comfy wingbacked chair over by the fireplace, "Well, you look...not good."
"I'm sick, leave me alone." Krissy burrowed into the blankets.
"I had it last week, was awful, I was even too stuffed up to play video games, got vertigo." Charlie reached into her messenger bag and pulled out her tablet. "I downloaded a great story to read to you...if you want." For once Charlie sounded a little hesitant. Krissy used to love it when Charlie would tell her tales of adventure, but as she got older, she pretended to be too cool for that sort of thing.
Krissy shrugged, "Well what's it about?"
Charlie smiled and bounced a little in her seat, "It's this amazing love story...
'Ughhh, I hate those chick books." Krissy said dismissively.
"Hey," Charlie replied, "One, there is nothing wrong with 'chick' books, that shouldn't be a derogatory phrase. Two, love stories aren't just cheesy Jennifer Aniston rom coms, this also has adventure, trials, pirates, kidnapping, fights, cunning, good triumphing over evil." Charlie couldn't help but wiggle her eyebrows up and down, "Maybe it has a scene or two that your dad might not approve of me reading to you."
Krissy looked at her aunt, "Charlie, are you just going to read me gay porn?"
"Nah, it's not porn...just have some gay porn in it."
"Well if you skip the gross stuff, maybe I'll try to stay awake for a little bit." Krissy offered up reluctantly.
Charlie took what she could get.
"Once upon a time," Charlie began, "There was a blacksmith, who was widowed too soon, left with a little boy Dean, and a baby Sam. Heartbroken from his loss, the man disappeared, leaving his two children in the care of his best friend, Bobby. Bobby took over the shop, raised the boys as his own. He did well, until an accident left his legs useless. Dean was only fifteen and couldn't work the forge by himself yet. Bobby hired a lad of 19, Benny to help them out..."