My imaginary crush is trying to give me a heart attack.

  I can’t think of any other reason she would be in my bed, but I decided to indulge her regardless. I don’t know her reasons for wanting to kill me, but I trust her enough to know I deserve it, so I’ll just stay here and take my punishment.

  “Are we having a staring contest?”

  My heart is already beating so hard that the bed is shaking and now she wants us to stare into each other’s eyes, she really means to kill me today… Dying while looking into her eyes doesn’t sound too bad though, so I’ll do it.

  “Y-yes.”

  “You looked away the moment you said yes, that isn’t how this game works.”

  It was more than I could handle. I don’t think Ami fits in the maximum beauty requirement of this game. I probably don’t fit either, just from the other side of the spectrum. I should just say that to her, Ami’s narcissism won’t allow her to question that logic for a second.

  “T-too pretty.”

  “You’re right, but I’m still counting this as my win. Are you feeling better?”

  A bit, my head doesn’t hurt anymore and I don’t think I have a fever, but my muscles are still sore all over. My heart is acting up quite a bit as well, but I think it has more to do with who is in my bed rather than any illness.

  “A-a little better.”

  “Good… Wait, does that mean we have to go to school tomorrow?”

  I want to say that we can get another day or two off from this whole thing, but it’s difficult to say with my mom. She will be hard to convince if I don’t have a fever, she trusts the thermometer much more than she trusts me.

  “I-i hope not.”

  “You better act sick when your mom comes to check up on you. I spent the whole day sitting next to you, so you owe me some fun.”

  I’ll do my best, but I wouldn’t call what she is doing right now sitting. much too vertical. I’m too self-conscious to keep looking at her after she called me out on it, so I guess it’s a good time to ask why she is lying there to begin with.

  “W-why are you lying there?”

  “I was jumping on the bed and got bored.”

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  This only raises more questions and I’m afraid that if I continue asking them we would end up in an infinite loop. But I’m too curious so I guess I’ll follow the cat into the depths of hell.

  “W-why?”

  “You made me promise I’ll stay by your side, but poking you got boring so it was the only thing left to do.”

  I kind of remember her booping my nose and all, but I thought it was some kind of weird fever dream. Did I really make her promise to stay by my side until I got better? That’s so embarrassing.

  “You are taking this much better than before, you used to freak out whenever I got in the bed with you.”

  I’m still freaking out, just in a different way. She hasn’t gotten to use it much so she might not know, but this bed doesn’t have a massage function. My heart is just going so wild that the bed just feels more luxurious. I suspect it’s trying to entice her to stay in it. She is out of our league, you delusional little organ, but try your best.

  “I-i didn’t freak out.”

  “I remember you trying to sleep on the floor once… Actually, yeah you weren’t freaking out. You were totally fine with me lying next to you. Anyway I like it here now so I’m going to claim this side of the bed.”

  I have no idea how we got to this point, but I think I’m fine with this development. Look Ami, I’m finally growing up and learning to share.

  “O-ok.”

  “Ok? Mai, did you take those pills again? I thought you said you were feeling better ”

  I have no idea what the pills have to do with any of this, but it isn’t that weird that I would agree to her request. We have gotten much closer since the last time she tried, so it makes sense I would soften up a bit.

  “I-i didn’t.”

  “Why are you being all flirty then? Is your fever going up again?”

  Flirty? I’m not being flirty, what does that even mean? Is she still trying to freak me out ?

  “I-i’m not b-being f-f-flirty .”

  “When you asked me to stay next to you forever, I just assumed the pills were making you more honest. Now all of a sudden, you call me the most beautiful woman in the world and say you want us to sleep together for the rest of your life. What else am I supposed to call that?”

  Delusions, since I haven’t said any of that. I agree with all of it, but I was very careful not to let it slip out. I can’t believe I love her as much as she loves herself, I never thought it would be possible. Her narcissism must be infectious, maybe that is why I got sick.

  “I-i just said ok.”

  “What about calling me the loveliest, most beautiful and most wonderful woman in the entire universe?”

  That quote got even longer, I really wonder what it's like to live with that much self confidence. If she starts questioning my usual tactic of pandering to her narcissism whenever I need a convenient excuse, I’m going to be in trouble.

  “I-i didn’t say that either.”

  “You should have, it’s true.”

  It is, and I’ll even admit to it right now, since I know a trap when I see one. If I object she will spend the rest of the day trying to make me say something even more embarrassing.

  “I-i agree.”

  “Are you sure you aren’t going to fall asleep on me again? It’s been so boring.”

  It’s a weird hour to drink coffee at, so I can’t be certain about that. Not to mention I’m not sure if I'm really over the whole flu thing. Still, it seems she had a rough day so I’ll try my best to stay awake as long as possible.