smaller than a twin size bed

anonymous asked:

Ok idk where the promts are but please Chlonath on anyone pf your choice! (If you're still doing them^^)

“I swear, if you get me sick, I’m never forgiving you,” Chloe said, sitting on the edge of Nathan’s bed.

Nathan coughed weakly, covering his face with his arm. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to take care of you, obviously,” she replied, pulling some things out of her bag. She looked around his room, which was covered in posters, some of his sketches, and even a few figurines. It was much smaller than Chloe’s room, with only one window and a twin sized bed. “So this is your room.”

He cringed at her words. This was Chloe’s first time ever being in his house. In fact, he had never invited her over because he was embarrassed. Chloe lived in the most luxurious sweet in the Grand Paris Hotel, and he lived in a tiny two bedroom apartment with his parents, who were currently at work. They weren’t poor, but they were nowhere near Chloe’s level of living.

“I kind of like it,” she commented. She started piling things on his bedside table, starting with cold and flu medicine, Kleenex, cough drops, a thermometer, a box of loose leaf tea, and a heating pad.

“How did you know where I live?”

“My father is the mayor,” she replied simply. “Finding your house was easy.”

He sneezed, so she shoved a box of tissue at him.

“I have soup from the restaurant on the way,” she told him, checking her phone. “It should get here pretty soon.”

“You should probably go before I get you sick,” Nathan said. He felt horrible enough for two, so he didn’t want to pass it on to her.

“I’m not leaving. I came to take care of my boyfriend, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Chloe pondered over the stack of items she had brought.

“Chloe, do you know how to take care of a sick person?”

She hesitated. “I’m going to figure it out.”

Nathan coughed again. “Can we start with some tea so I can take the medicine?”

“Tea! Yes!” she said, picking up the box and taking out a packet of tea. She stood there for a moment, staring at the packet.

“There are directions on the back,” he pointed out. “And the kettle is in the kitchen on the counter.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” she ordered, as if he might bolt out of the room. She left the room, leaving Nathan to wonder whether or not he’d rather be alone.

She came back in as he was in the middle of a coughing fit. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she almost looked concerned.

“Here,” she said, handing him the tea.

He took a sip and then spluttered. “This is so strong! How many bags of tea did you use?”

“Tea is supposed to be good for you when you’re sick,” she informed him. “I thought five bags would make it even better.”

He sighed, putting the cup down on the table. “Can I have some medicine?”

She picked up the three boxes and one bottle she brought. This had been her first time buying medicine, and she didn’t exactly know what she was looking for, so she had grabbed several different types.

“How about this one?”

“That’s allergy medicine.”

She stared at him blankly. “Won’t that work?”

He shook his head. “Allergies and a cold are different. What else did you bring?”

She held up two more boxes.

“Those are vitamins, and that one is for children.”

She handed him the bottle, saying, “This one has to be right then.”
“This is Pepto Bismol. It’s for stomachaches.”

She frowned, looking more closely at the bottles. “To be fair, you only told me you were sick. You didn’t tell me what kind of sick you were.”

“There’s Dayquil in the bathroom cabinet,” he told her. “That will work.”

She brought him the Dayquil, which he took with a grimace. The doorbell rang, startling him.

“That should be your soup!” she said, running downstairs to get it.

When she came back in, he was struggling to sit up.

“Wait! I can do this right, at least!” she said, pushing him back onto his pillows. She opened the soup container and picked up the spoon. “Open your mouth.”

Chloe managed to feed him about half the soup, spilling only minimal amounts down his chin, before he was tired of eating.

“You really should eat more,” she insisted.

He shook his head. “I just want to sleep, Chloe.”

“Okay, I can get you-“

He help his hand, cutting her off, and scooted further over on the bed. “The only thing I want is for you to sit right here.”
She gave him a confused look before settling in next to him. He rolled over, putting his head on her lap.

“This is it?”

“That’s all.”

“I’m not even doing anything,” she pouted.

“You’re here,” he replied simply. “That’s good enough.”

She ran her fingers through his hair for something to do with her hands. He fell asleep in no time, leaving Chloe to wonder about her behavior. Two months ago, before they had started dating, she wouldn’t have lifted a finger for someone else. Now, she was making tea, bringing soup and medicine, and feeding the last person on Earth she would have expected to fall in love with. How horrible her luck must have been, she thought.

She glanced at the tea still sitting on the nightstand. There was still a little in the cup, so she took a sip. Her face scrunched up in response. ‘That was horrible,’ she thought. ‘I can’t believe he drank that.’

Three days later, Nathanael was sitting by her bedside, with a bowl of homemade soup in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He wasn’t one hundred percent better, but he was well enough to be taking care of Chloe, who looked like she might be dying.

“I can’t believe you got me sick,” she complained, putting a pillow over her face.

After he set the food down, he pulled the pillow from her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I still think you’re beautiful.”

“Of course I am,” she grumped. She was grateful for the compliment, though, considering she wasn’t wearing any makeup and her hair was a mess.

“Will you ever forgive me?” he asked, ripping open a box of medicine.

“No,” she replied, taking the pill with her tea. It tasted much better than what she had made, she noticed. What she wouldn’t tell him was that, no matter how awful she felt right now, it had been worth taking care of him. Even though she failed, even though she was sick now, she had gotten to spend the day with him, and now here he was, returning the favor. He was much better at it, too. She had gotten lucky after all, falling in love with the best boy in Paris.
I hope you liked it, anon! And I’m always taking requests! This one was a lot of fun to write, lol. Thank you for giving me the chance! :D

I completely switched Peyton and Logan’s rooms, took down and hung curtains in 3 bedrooms, and went through all their toys. All by myself. That might have been a bad idea. I am hurting so bad. Oh well, I did it in 4 hours when I would of had to wait on Wyatt for weeks or months. lol

To talk Peyton into taking the smaller room, I let her pick out new sheets and a comforter. Now she’s excited. It’s actually worked out well with space because Peyton needed the bigger closet more than she needed the bigger room. Logan doesn’t like the king size bed in his new room so we may downsize to a queen size or two twins later.

im currently dogsitting/housesitting for my coworker while she’s out of town for the holiday weekend. and she said to sleep in her bed. my coworker’s bed is smaller than a queen sized but a bit larger than a twin sized mattress. makes sense, seeing as she is short (roughly 5ft3ish) and un-partnered. seeing as im a (somewhat) tall motherfucker who is about 68% legs, my feet are hanging off the bed when stretched out in my normal sleeping position. im trying to think of some funny quip to say but all i can think about is some clown ass mf tryin to grab my feet while im sleeping which is decidedly not funny and fairly terrifying