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It had been an hour since the two of them had egged Brad Huff’s house.
They were sat on Andre’s bed, still running high on adrenaline.
“Fuck- dude, he’s going to be SO mad when he sees it. I can’t wait.” Cal says excitedly.
“I wish we could see the look on that asshole’s face.” Andre replied, grinning widely.
They always felt so alive together.
But nothing lasts forever, and when the adrenaline settled in their bodies the real problem showed itself.
Andre’s bag.
It reeked, fucking badly. A sulfurous odor filling the room. Andre scrunched his nose, being more sensitive to smells.
“I have to wash that thing before the smell becomes impossible to wash out.” He murmurs, groggily getting up.
He grabs the bag, it flinging through the air because he tried to use too much force, forgetting it’s empty now. Calvin watches him, getting up too.
They both go into Andre’s bathroom. Don’t get it wrong, it’s nothing fancy. Small shower, small sink, small toilet. Finished up with a cracked mirror since Andre can’t control his rage.
Andre throws it down and grabs the shower head, trying to shove it into the open bag. Calvin turns it on for him. Hashtag teamwork!!
It starts pouring water out of the bag, and suddenly there’s a loud sound echoing through the bathroom.
Andre’s gag.
And it sounded.. fucking embarrassing. Not a normal gag, one of those shaky high pitched ones. It pushed a small chuckle out of Cal.
“..Seriously? Dude, it’s not that bad.” He smiled, not realising how awful this was for Andre.
“I just have a sensitive nose.” Andre tried to say hella nonchalantly as he continued washing the bag out.
He kept going for a minute til he randomly stood up, in silence, pushing Cal out of his way but gripping onto his shirt as he did so.
Cal wrapped his hand around Andre’s to loosen it from his shirt. “Don’t get my shirt wet, what’s up with you?”
Andre didn’t answer, just staring down at the bag with glassy eyes.
“..Andre?”
Another gag. Andre covered his mouth with his other hand, strengthening his grip on Cal’s shirt again. Quickly realising the direction this was heading, Calvin put a hand on his waist and led him to the toilet.
He helped Andre to his knees, exactly when he felt the acid building up in his throat. He let out a choking sound before a part of the dinner he had earlier poured right back out into the toilet.
It wasn’t much, but it felt like hell. Andre had always hated getting sick.
The thing twisting his stomach more than the smell however, was the fact that Cal was kneeled down next to him, wrapping his arms around Andre to help him stay up more comfortably.
Not that Cal isn’t laughing at him though, he definitely is.
Andre let out a small groan, clinging onto the toilet seat like it was his life support.
“You’re such a pussy.” Cal mocked, and Andre shot him a glare that would be intimidating if he wasn’t tearing up.
“..You okay now?” Followed right after, and Andre shook his head weakly.
“No,” He huffed, “I think I still got som’ coming.” As if on queue, his stomach betrayed him again. More vomit splashed into the water and it started slowly slipping out of his nose.
“Jesus christ.” Cal said, genuinely shocked by the pure force it was coming out with. Andre let out a longer, louder groan as he leaned his head back, trying to take some deep breaths.
The air felt suffocating due to the steam from the shower and the odor still lingering. “Get that fucking bag out of here.” He barked.
Cal slowly took his hands away from his friend, getting up and turning the shower off. He grabbed the bag, turning it upside down to dunk the water out. After a few seconds of shaking it he figured it was good enough, tossing it into Andre’s bedroom.
Behind him he could hear Andre moaning before puking a little again. It took everything in him to not laugh.
He turned back around, standing behind Andre and looking down into the toilet. “When did you even eat all of that? Normally you’re a pretty light eater.”
“This is not the time to call me fat.” Andre cried out.
“You’re so dramatic.” He put his hand on Andre’s head, slowly combing his fingers through his hair to push it back.
Andre shivered under his touch, staring down at his own sick. “Ughhh.. this fucking sucks.”
“It’s also, REALLY embarrassing.” Cal added! Another loud groan, more annoyed than diseased this time.
“..I hate being sick. I do whatever I can to avoid it- why me?” Andre said, his voice genuinely breaking. That’s when he started sobbing.
Yes, literal sobs, purely over this. The fact that his body felt terrible, it felt like actual death. “..Dude, are you.. you’re crying?” Calvin cringed slightly, but kneeled back down to rub his hand over Andre’s back.
Andre starting vomiting again, it, this time, being more water than food. It shot out of his nose, leaving a painful sting. Andre wished it just wouldn’t stop, since in a way it felt more relieving that the nausea he was feeling. He wanted it all out.
He cried louder, a pure deep sobbing coming from the back of his throat. “It feels so fuck.. fuckin’ bad..” He moaned throughout the crying.
Cal had never felt more awkward. He sucked at comforting people, this was like hell for him too. He ran his hand through Andre’s hair again, scratching at his scalp a little. If felt really good, Andre leaned into it as a way to escape the pain of everything.
“You’ll look back at this and laugh, don’t worry.” Meaning that Cal will never let him live this down. “Do you want some water?”
Andre wanted to say yes, but was scared that the lack of touch would make him sick again, so he shook his head a little.
“..Mh, okay. Anything you need?”
“Keep.. doing this.” He nudged his head against Cal’s hand.
“Yes lieutenant.” Cal chuckled, continuing the scratches.
Andre felt for the most part, weak. Not only physically but mentally too with his friend here, witnessing him hunched over the toilet.
Normally he always found a way to act tough, happy, collected, but right now all he was through and through was a mess.
He felt humiliated. Cal’s jokes did seem to help lighten the mood a little though.
“Thank you. This is so.. gross..”
“Don’t thank me, I’m sure you’d help me out too.” The both of them know this is a complete lie. Last time Cal got sick, when they were 12, Andre avoided him like he had the plague.
“And I’m sorry for.. lying..”
“Lying? What do you mean?”
“I do want some water.” Andre laughed way too fucking loudly like that was the funniest thing anyone had ever said. Cal flicked his head and got up, grabbing the glass on the sink.
He filled it up as the sound of Andre’s sniffles filled the room.
He kneeled back down, and Andre grabbed the glass with his both of his shaking hands. He took a careful sip and Cal watching him with a small smile.
“See? You’re fineee. No need to cry.” Andre nodded and chugged the rest of the water, starting to feel a little better.
Finally, he started laughing a little again, realising how stupid all of this truly was. It made Cal laugh too.
He took the glass from him, putting it back on the sink before putting his arm under Andre’s to help him back to his feet.
He swayed a little, mostly leaning himself onto Cal.
“You’re gonna be okay, big boy.” Andre huffed, letting himself be lead to the bed.
Calvin got into bed next to him, lifting the blanket over the both of them.
“What are you doing?”
“Just.. just get like comfortable or something.”
Andre complied, laying down fully, facing away from Cal. The other laid down and wrapped his arms around Andre’s waist, spooning him.
It felt wrong but at the same time the comfort was too good for Andre to refuse. He finally felt like the weight of the nausea had been lifted off of him.
Cal kissed Andre’s head before pressing his face into his neck, breathing against it as he got comfortable too.
“Thanks for helping.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I get something out of this too.”
“..That being?”
“Endless blackmail.”