In order to clear her mind, Denise now has to take walks. She can no longer take a nap for fifteen minutes and return to normal. Lately, the blonde has had problems with her thoughts and how to control them. Her mind would wonder from the good to the bad. Never being able to control them.
Not long ago did Denise start to observe nature and listen to her iPod whilst being active to be at ease with the world. But during her last few walks, she has not been bringing her phone along with her. Getting away from social media has majorly helped.
Today was just like any other day, until she decided to return back to her home. She saw a figure at her front door. But as she came closer to the door, she identified the figure as her best friend. She tip-toed behind Meredith and simply said, “Looking for someone?”
Meredith sighed happily, and turned around, “Oh thank god yes I am. I’m looking for a man, tall dark and handsome. Brown eyes, shaggy hair. uses possible frying pan as a weapon, and was an old thief. You wouldn’t happen to see him running about would you?” she asked, asking her self mentally why on earth she chose Flynn Rider to describe in attempt to be funny,.
"Denisssssssse," Meredith groaned resting her head on the door to Denise’s apartment. "Let me in alreadyyyy," she said with a sigh making one more knock at the door. She wasn’t sure what was taking Denise so long to open the door, she just knew it was too long. In fact meredith wasn’t even sure if Denise was home, or perhaps she was in the shoer. She really didn’t know. All she knew is that she wanted to see her best friend, so here she was, outside her door, waiting for an answer.
"Are there any cough drops?" he asked , taking a spoonful of soup. Meredith was so great, and he was so so relieved that they weren’t having tacos. But even the chicken soup couldn’t ease the pain in his throat completely.
Meredith nodded and stood up again. She grabbed the cough drops and came back over to Brian. “Alright! Here you are,” She said handing them to him. “Anything else?” she asked one more time to make sure.
Brian was still lying down when he saw her coming with a bowl. He was confused until she told him what it was and his face broke out into the hugest smile he had had all day. “Meredith, you are perfection and I’d kiss you right now, but I’m not sure you would let me,” he said matter of factly before coughing again.
"I know I am," She said with a small laugh. "And don’t tempt me, I have to nanny, I don’t need to get sick either." She said with a smile. Meredith knelt down beside him. "Is there anything else you need me to get you?"
Brian suddenly remembered his vow to not be sick, “Right! I’m not sick!” he said more confidently than he felt. However much he didn’t want tacos, he didn’t want to be sick more.
"Mhmm," Meredith nodded absent mindedly. She scooped up a bowlful of chicken noodle soup, and walked back over to him, with a spoon and napkin. She walked back over to him and placed the bowl down on the end table. "Alright. There you go, some nice, chicken soup." She said smiling.
Brian sighed, not actually being able to get up and help her. “I’m helping you in my mind,” he called across the room before succumbing to more coughing. After he finished, he said, “I hope I didn’t get germs on the food!”
Meredith nodded, “Thanks for the support,” She said smiling. “I mean, why would it matter if you did or not?” She said in the middle of cooking. “It’s not like you’re sick anyway,” she said mock seriously.
Brian blinked slowly. “Taco Monday just doesn’t have the same ring as Taco Tuesday,” he said slowly. “Why do you want tacos?” he asked, hoping his distaste for the idea was evident in his voice through the scratchiness.
"Hmm, I suppose you’re right. But I guess it’ll have to do for the night." She said to him, pulling out various ingredients. "I dunno," She said tipping her head to the side."Something’s just, pulling me to that." She said, with a small laugh, leaning back on her feet, looking at the fridge.
Brian tried his best not to look sick when Meredith came over, but he wasn’t sure he succeeded. When she left and asked him about food, he nearly shuddered. Food did not sound like a good thing at the current moment, so he coughed instead. Well, he didn’t have much of a choice in that matter, but it was a nice excuse to not answer. When he could finally breathe again, he groaned and said, “I dunno, broth or something?”
"Ugh, broth," Meredith said and rolled her eyes for show. "That sounds so plain. Hmmm, I’m thinking more like Mexican. Tacos for dinner right? Taco Tuesday? Though, It is monday, but hey why not spice things up a bit, right?"
As soon as Brian stopped coughing, he gasped out, “I’m not sick!” before resuming coughing. This was shit. Without a doubt, this was his favorite day of the whole year and he was sick. And he knew Meredith well enough to know that she would not believe that he was actually sick. He half smiled-or would’ve, if he hadn’t been interrupted by yet another fit of coughing-at the thought of Meredith creeping around all day trying not to get pranked, his legacy was spread far.
Meredith walked over to the couch where Brian was. She rested her arms on the couch looking down at him. She wasn’t going to lie to herself, he looked terrible. She gave a serious nod, “I can see that. Well I’ll just let you be then… Say, what do you want for dinner?” She asked backing away.