Me: I gotta go to that Christmas concert in a little while.
Eric: You can't go you are sick.
Me: I have to go I am getting a 100% for a test grade and I need that to at least get a B.
Eric: You better get ready.
Me: I am just going like I am.
Eric: Not if you are going with me.
Me: You are going with me?
Eric: I can't let you go alone you are sick and slightly drunk from nyquil and hot damn.
Me: Awww thank you.
I get ready and try not to look like ass (which is how I feel.) I shower and dress in a Christmas sweater. Fix my hair and put my best makeup face on. Stumble to the car and shove a stick of gum in my mouth.
We get there and I find my professor so she knows I came. I talk to a few people I know and we settle in our seat.
Me: What? (As I snuggle closer to him)
Eric: Try not to talk to anyone else ok?
Me: Ok..um why?
Eric: You smell like oranges and hot damn.