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Dahlia's POV

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Day 4 of cabinchella was not a good one.

"I told you not to eat that shit—"

"Shut the fuck up, Denver!" Julia huffed before leaning over the toilet to puke again. I cringed.

"Oh my god, fuck, move over!" Caden pushed her to the side the second she was done and started to puke too. "Please hold me, dude." He whined. Denver sighed and began patting Caden's back just as he'd done for Julia.

Last night we decided to order Japanese food because some of these fools were craving it, and now everyone who'd eaten it is puking up their guts today. I'm pretty sure they've got food poisoning, or maybe not. Maybe it's just the fact that after eating who knows how many desserts they decided it'd still be a good idea to eat Japanese for dinner. Or maybe it's just the placebo effect.

"Ow!" Cadence clutched her stomach as she leaned away from the trashcan she'd just puked in. She hadn't eaten any Japanese food, but every time she sees someone else vomit, she vomits.

"Right, well...I'll just grab my perfume later." I said before backing out of the bathroom and closing the door quickly. It smelled pretty damn vile in there. One more second and I probably would've thrown up myself.

I hightailed it back to me and Billie's room and pouted as I noticed her sitting on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a pout of her own, her forehead creasing as she frowned.

"Billie, I know this sucks, but you need to take your medicine and eat your soup. It'll help you get better faster and—"

"No." She cut me off. I sighed.

Billie's like a two-year-old child when she's sick, and if she wasn't so damn adorable I would've just left her in here to suffer by herself.

She is adorable, though, so instead of doing that I walked over to the bed and straddled her. I planted kisses all over her face and laughed as she squirmed around, trying to push me away.

"You're gonna get sick!" She tried to cover her mouth as she spoke, but I wouldn't let her.

"Exactly. The sooner you get rid of this cold the better. If I have to get it so you can get rid of it, so be it." This is what my dad used to do to cheer me up when I was a kid. He'd kiss me and tickle me and try to 'take my cold away' and it was the sweetest thing in the world.

"Get away from me, you maniac. I'd feel awful if you caught a cold so close to Christmas." She huffed.

"I'll get off of you if and only if you pinkie promise to take your medicine and then eat your soup."

We had a little staring contest. Her eyes narrowed for a few moments as she tried to intimidate me and then they widened again as she pouted, silently begging me not to make her do it. Then they fluttered shut as she let out a small, defeated breath, and I smirked as I leaned over to grab the bottle of medicine off of the bedside table.

"Okay, two teaspoons. That's it." I said cheerfully. She blinked, not responding as her frown came right back. "It isn't bad at all, okay? I'll take some to prove it."

I might as well. I'm gonna end up getting sick after being so close to her anyway. I might as well go ahead and start trying to fight it with some medicine. I poured the nasty looking liquid into the little cup and drank it quickly, trying my best to pretend it wasn't absolutely disgusting despite the fact that it totally was.

"See? Yummy!" I coughed.

"I'm not two and you can't fool me." She stated.

"Drink it, bitch." I poured some more and held the cup up to her mouth, rolling my eyes as she refused to open it. "Billie, I'm going to be so mad if you don't drink this."

"Okay."

"So, you don't care if I'm mad at you?"

"Not really."

"Okay, fine." I grumbled, climbing off of her. I sat down next to her, crossing my arms and pouting as I stared ahead at the TV. She was playing SpongeBob, and I smiled a little as I saw it.

She grabbed the remote and changed the channel quickly once she saw that I was content with watching it. I groaned and reached over to grab the remote, but she made sure to move it out of my reach.

"Stop being difficult, Bil." I grumbled.

"No."

"Fine!" I crawled off of the bed and walked toward the door. "If that soup isn't eaten by the time I get back you're gonna regret it!"

"What are you gonna do, Doe eyes?" She chuckled. "Puppy dog eyes me to death if I don't eat it?"

"I'm gonna beat your ass." I grumbled.

"You're gonna eat my ass?! Oh, thank god!" She shouted as I slammed our door shut. I flipped her off once it was closed and rolled my eyes as I heard her yell 'Fuck you too!' Almost as soon as I did.

I slowly walked down the stairs, sighing as I saw my friends looking like zombies as they sat at the kitchen table, all miserable.

"I've been barfing since last night. Enough is enough." Julia complained as she shoved Denver's hands away from her. He kept trying to get her to eat some crackers but she clearly didn't want any.

"At least you're not shitting and barfing. Be grateful." Jaylen huffed. I snickered to myself for a few moments before clearing my throat and pretending I wasn't. "Fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" She questioned.

"Babe! Stop it!" Kai whisper yelled. "I told you what Billie said—"

"Fuck Billie and what she said!" Jaylen spat. I furrowed my brows. What had Billie said?

"I am so sorry, Dahlia, really." Kai sighed. I smiled at her. "It's fine! And stop being so worried about Billie. She'll warm up to you eventually..." Even I knew that was probably a lie. "She won't do anything to you." I tried again.

"Yeah." She replied, clearly not believing me.

"I don't feel bad for them. This is what they get for eating Japanese food." Luna smirked as she came to stand next to me. I laughed. "Exactly. Chinese food is the best anyway."

***

"Get that shit away from me, bro," Billie whined as she tried to slap the tissue away from her. I sighed and let out an annoyed scream. "Okay, do you wanna keep being a snotty nosed hoe or do you want me to wipe your fucking nose for you like you're some big ass baby?"

"It hurts! My nose is sore!"

"I can't help that!"

"Yes, you can! Stop wiping so roughly! Mike Tyson ass bitch."

"Wipe your own fucking nose and you won't have to worry about it, crybaby!"

"I would wipe my own nose if you'd get off of my hands!" She wiggled her hands under my butt and I gave her a look.

"Well, I wouldn't be sitting on your hands if you had just let me feed you without trying to slap the spoon away from your mouth."

"Well if the soup wasn't ass I would have eaten it gladly, but guess what?! It was ass!"

I huffed and slid off of her, standing up and placing my hands on my hips. "I want a fucking divorce!"

"Request denied." She growled.

"How the fuck you gonna deny—"

"Divorcing Billie is illegal in Billie land." She told me sternly. "And don't say shit about me speaking in third person because that is not only accepted, but also applauded in Billie land."

"In Dahlia land it's perfectly legal for Dahlia to punch Billie right in the throat meat."

"It's not fun when you do it." Billie shook her head. "And what the fuck is a throat meat?"

"Billie," I sighed. "Why have you been so difficult today? Why can't you just fucking cooperate?"

"I thought I'd get bored if we got along." She said simply, shrugging. "I figured you'd leave me up here by myself to sleep or whatever instead of staying with me. You left earlier, but you came back soon after."

"I would've stayed with you all day even without arguing if you'd asked." I mumbled before getting on the bed again.

"If I'm still sick tomorrow can we just spend the day in bed?"

"Of course, Bil."