"BESFRAN!!!!" Stokeley called out in his all to-cute raspy sick voice.

You poked your head out from the kitchen "Wassup" You asked, your mouth full of chips.

"Hungryyyyyyyyy" Stokeley whined as he glanced up at you from the tv screen. The nigga had been watching reruns of old cartoons from 2015. You nodded at him, trying to forget how adorable he was when he was sick.

You liked the fact that he had to rely on you whenever he was sick or in a really bad mood. You liked that you were his safety net for everything....well almost everything.

You walked back into the living room where Stokeley was groaning on the couch and holding his head. "Cupcake can you get me some more Tylenol?" He asked softly. You blushed when he called you by your old nickname from Middle school.

"Yea, I got you" You say as put some warm tomato soup on the table with a grilled cheese cut into triangles beside it.

You heard him say 'Yummy' in the same stupid voice that he says 'Water' and you chuckled softly.

But your small grin quickly turned into a frown as you grabbed the medicine from the mirror cabinet in your bathroom.

You loved your best friend and in a friendly way. But you never told him because y'all had been friends since 4th grade and you both knew each other way too well. It would be awkward if one had a crush on the other.

You walked out of the bathroom and seen a pair of Ski's boxers on the corner of your dresser.

"This bum ass nigga always using my damn bathroom"

You threw his cloths in the hamper and began to go back down stairs. "Stokeley how many times have I told you that if you're gonna use my shower to put your damn cloths in the hamper" You said agitated.

Your mood had done a whole one-eighty and now you were upset that you were too pussy to tell your best friend how much you liked him.

He groaned in response as you handed him the medicine. He sat up to take it, the blankets falling down to his knees to show that he was only in a pair Bape boxers and one of your XXL fluffy sweaters that you'd bought that large on purpose.

"Stokeley Goulbourne I know you are not wearing my sweater"

He cheesed at you as he swallowed down the medicine.

"I was so cold last night besfran and I thought that your big sweater would keep me warm."

You couldn't stay angry when he wore that cute as pout on his face so you just rolled your eyes and sat on the couch beside him, pulling the blankets up to your hips. He groaned and you looked at him. "What Stoke?" You said, your voice monotone. Every time you looked at him your heart fluttered but you knew that he didn't feel the same way so for years you've kept it to yourself.

He held his arms out. "Huggies" He whined, you rolled your eyes and leaned into him for a side hug but he took you by surprise when he pulled you on his lap and wrapped his arms around you tight.

"Nigga let me goooo" You said as you struggled in his grip.

"I love you (Y/n)" He whispered softly against your neck.

Your whole body froze.

No way this nigga just said that.

"I mean it. I really do. I've loved you since the day we met. Please say it back"

Your lips were sealed together.

"(Y/n), please"

Your body went limp against him.

"(Y/n)?" He let go of you and began to take the blankets off of himself. "I-Im sorry" His voice cracked a bit through his raspy sickness. "I shouldn't've said anything" He mumbled. He began to put on his shoes but you stopped him.

"Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne you better swear on your soul that you're not playing with my feelings because if you-" He cut you off by smashing his lips unto yours and you kissed back, your tongues swirling together before you pushed him away.

His brows furrowed.

"(Y/n) what the fuck"

"I ain't kissing you nigga, you're sick"

He rolled his eyes.

"Too late for that, I had my tongue all down your throat"

You groaned as he plopped back down beside you, pulling you into his lap once more.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you"

Your face began to heat up, you knew what that meant.