Original title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. Enjoy!
You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.
Today, Gilbert was ranting about the new girl that had just moved to your high school from (wherever you want). These were the days you hated. You hated when he talked about other girls. You knew somewhere deep in your heart that you had a crush on Gilbert, but you decided that unlike most high school girls who would confess to the most popular guy in school and have their hopes dashed, you would play it safe and just skip the whole rejection part completely and settle for unrequited love.
"(First name)! Why so quiet?" Gilbert poked you hard in the cheek, interrupting your musing.
"Ow!" You groaned, putting a hand to your cheek. "What were we talking about?"
"I was just saying how Roxi is easily the most awesome girl I've seen around here lately!"
A thump in your chest. You ignored it.
You decided to participate in the conversation. "Oh? Is she your type, Gilbert?"
He gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glinting with boyish glee. "Of course! I love cute girls."
You rolled your eyes. "Then why don't you ask her out?"
"I would!" Gilbert said indignantly. "But I am too awesome to steal somebody's girlfriend."
"She has a boyfriend!" Gilbert cried, outraged. "She said to one of the guys this morning that she's not looking for a relationship, because she's currently seeing her boyfriend from her old high school long-distance. But we all know those never work out. So, the awesome me is going to wait for them to break up and then I am going to make my awesome move!"
You sighed. "Good luck with that." You stood, and your stomach gurgled painfully. You clutched it subtly. "I have to go to the library so I can get some books for my essay this weekend, catch you guys on Monday?" Your friends nodded in agreement as you walked away.
That night, sleep did not come easily to you. You knew something was wrong. You were uneasy and you just couldn't get comfortable. You were sweating like crazy even though it was the middle of November. The hours dragged by on your clock. Eventually it was morning. You guessed you had gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep. You groaned, knowing you had to get up and do your essay but just wishing you could go back to sleep, but the minute you pulled the blanket off of yourself and sat upright a wave of nausea took you by surprise.
You barely made it to the bathroom.
"Ahhh." You moaned. "Of all days, why today..."
Meanwhile, you had forgotten you had made plans with Gilbert for today. You were planning to have him come over to your house and you were going to do your essays together.
You staggered back to your bedroom and flopped on the bed. You couldn't shake the chills you had just acquired, so you put on a (color) hoodie and a (color) toque and some (color) thermal leggings and snuggled into your bed, grabbing your phone.
There were 3 texts from Gilbert.
Hey, are we still on for today?
Yo Frau! Answer your phone!
You quickly messaged him back.
Sorry Gil, I can't have you over today. Busy.
There was a reply almost instantly, which was weird for Gilbert.
What could you be busy doing when we have these essays to write?
You quickly replied back as you felt the nausea beginning to overpower you again. You didn't want to have him over. He said he likes cute girls! You didn't even think you looked cute on your best day. You couldn't let him see you like this, let alone give him the chance to catch what you have.
You ran to the bathroom this time, your hair fluttering wildly and you knelt and retched into the toilet. You grimaced, seeing some had gotten on your hair. Going in the bathroom cabinet and taking some medicine for the nausea and upset stomach, you flushed the toilet and half-assedly rinsed your hair in the sink, throwing it into a ponytail. You went back to your room and lay down again, drifting into an uneasy sleep.
You woke up and it was late afternoon, nearly dinnertime.
There were 5 texts from Gilbert.
It's okay, I guess.
I can write the essay by myself I guess.
Can you proofread it later at least?
Are you getting these?
You coughed, shivering violently as you replied.
Yes I am. Sorry. I misplaced my phone.
Again, the reply was instantaneous.
You never misplace your phone...
Well there's a first time for everything Gil, haha. You put your phone down on the bed as you tried to fall asleep again.
The attempts were futile. You tossed and turned, trying to get warmer. You pulled the covers up to your toque, hiding your face. Suddenly your bedroom door opened. You threw the covers off the bed, not expecting anybody.
"G-Gil?!" You squeaked, pulling the covers back over your face. "What are you doing here?! How did you get in?!"
"Spare key." He grinned, holding it up. "You need to pick a better place to hide it than in the mailbox, frau."
"My parents picked that hiding spot, not me." You grumbled.
"I came to check on you because something seemed off about you in your texts. Do you always wear a toque to bed?" He asked, pointing at it.
You sighed miserably. "I do when I'm sick."
"You're sick?" Gilbert asked, walking over to you and regarding you closely, to your chagrin.
"Get away from me!"
"Is there no one here to take care of you?" He asked quietly. "Where are (friend 1 first name) and (friend 2 first name)? Your parents?"
"Busy and out of town." You croaked, your throat sore.
Gilbert sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "You stink, (first name)."
"It's my hair." You said sadly, wishing the world would just swallow you whole.
Gilbert crossed his arms and looked to the ceiling, appearing to have a conversation with himself mentally. Suddenly he clasped his hands together in front of him and spoke.
"Well, I guess it can't be helped."
"What can't be helped?"
"The awesome me is going to take care of you!"
"What?!" You shrieked, starting with surprise.
His expression changed to a much softer one, offering you his hand. "I'm going to help you. Come. I'll wash your hair for you." He smiled kindly.
Not even believing what was happening, you gave him your hand and let him gingerly pull you from your bed, supporting some of your weight with his. The two of you hobbled to the bathroom where he put a towel on the floor beside the tub for you to sit on, and then he folded another and laid it on the side of the tub for you to lay your neck on. He gestured to it.
"Just lay back here and I'll wash your hair. It can't feel good." He leaned toward you, gently pulling your hat off. He carefully unwound the elastic and your long (hair color) hair tumbled down past your shoulders, some of it falling in chunks because you'd washed it under the sink. Gilbert grabbed a stool from the other side of the bathroom and sat on it while you manoeuvred yourself around so your hair was in the tub and you were leaning back on the towels he'd set up. Gilbert filled the tub with a bit of water and pulled his stool closer to you.
"Which shampoo is yours?" He asked, looking at the plethora of bottles around you both.
"Umm... the (scent) one." You said.
And with that, Gilbert grabbed a cup off of the side of your tub, putting his hand over your eyes as he poured the water out toward the back of your head, effectively wetting your hair. You closed your eyes as you heard the shampoo bottle cap opening and Gilbert squirting it onto his hand. The shampoo was then on your head, and Gilbert was massaging it into your strands with a gentleness you didn't know he had. His fingers rubbed over your temples, your forehead, and the back of your neck and he thoroughly coated all of your hair in the shampoo. You visibly relaxed under his touch. It felt so good.
"Gil... how do you know how to wash someone else's hair?" You asked softly, curious.
"I have a younger brother." He reminded you. "I did a lot of looking after him when we were growing up."
"Oh." You breathed. "I'd forgotten about Ludwig." You smiled to yourself, wondering why Gilbert always kept his sensitive side hidden.
He ran his hands through the rest of your hair, making sure the suds penetrated the thickness of your locks. When he was done he did the same with the conditioner and then he rinsed your hair clean, wrapping it in a towel before helping you sit up properly. "Better?" He asked you, patting your leg.
"Much." You smiled, wishing this could go on forever.
Gilbert moved to help you up but gasped when he grasped your hand.
"You're all sweaty!"
"Ugh, don't remind me." You said. "I've been moving between fever and chills all day."
He suddenly looked you up and down, eyeing your peculiar outfit. "What are you wearing under that?"
"Umm.. a camisole and panties, why?" You asked, not liking where this was going.
"Nothing perverted!" His eyes widened and he looked shocked, taking a step back. "I was just thinking I'd help you wash yourself... like a sponge bath sorta thing. It'd get the sweat off and you'd feel fresher without actually having a shower."
You considered this for a moment before holding your arms out so he could help you pull your huge sweater off of your head. You pulled your leggings off and Gilbert helped you sit on the vanity, grabbing a new facecloth from a pile of clean linens on the bathroom counter. He wet it with warm water and very gently rubbed down your neck, arms, legs, and your chest around your collarbone. It almost seemed sensual. He was being so careful with you that you almost felt special.
As Gilbert helped you off of the vanity and toward the door of the bathroom, he glanced over and noticed (without you noticing) that there was a magazine laying on the counter with various makeup looks and hairstyles open, with "X"s over some of the styles and circles over the others.
When you both got back to your bedroom Gilbert helped you put some clean pajamas over your cami and panties. He opened your bed and grimaced.
"(First name), where do you keep clean sheets? These are all soiled with sweat."
"Umm, the linen closet in the hallway."
Faster than you could blink Gilbert was back with sheets and changed your bed, helping you into the fresh sheets. He went back into the bathroom and got another towel.
"What is that for?" You asked him, confused.
"I'm going to dry your hair, silly." He said, grabbing some of your hair with the towel over his hands.
Gilbert patiently hand dried your hair, and when he was done he used his fingers to comb your hair into a side ponytail and secured it with an elastic he found on your dresser. You finally were allowed to lie down, relaxing into the sheets.
"Thank you, Gilbert." You said, patting the bed offering him to sit next to you.
He sat, eyeing you with a serious expression. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
You sighed. "I didn't want you to see me like this."
"You like cute girls." You said sadly, not looking at him. "I'm not even cute on my best day. I didn't want you to see me all gross like this."
"I would rather help you than let you be here alone." He said, the intensity of his voice causing you to look at him. His red eyes burned with sincerity, standing out against his white hair. "And besides... you are kinda cute."
Your eyes widened, not sure if you'd heard what he'd said correctly. He smiled kindly at you, taking your hand.
Gilbert thought back to the magazine he'd seen in the bathroom. She tries that hard. He thought to himself. "Is that why you have those magazines in the bathroom?" He asked you, to your embarrassment.
You nodded sheepishly.
"I always found you cute. I just figured you'd be too into your studies to even notice me." He stuck his tongue out at you.
Before you could stop them tears sprang to your eyes and rushed down your face.
"Whoa whoa whoa! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you? I'm sorry!" Gilbert was alarmed.
"No, no." You sobbed, sitting up. "I'm just happy."
"Happy..." Gilbert said slowly, and then looked at you. "Does that mean...?"
"I love you." You said, looking at him. "And I have for ages. I just never thought I was your type, or that you'd like me. Hell, I didn't even know why you were friends with me!"
Gilbert frowned. "I like being friends with you. You're awesome to be friends with!"
"Ha." You laughed dryly. "It's okay though. We don't have to go out. I just wanted you to know."
"And thanks for helping me today. I really appreciate it."
"(First name)!" He said, trying to get your attention. "I love you. Ich liebe dich. You're an awesome person an I'd have to be totally unawesome to miss out on that."
"But you want to ask out Roxi." You said sadly, looking at him.
"Nah." He said. "I was saying that to see what you'd say. I had to have some way to see if you were even remotely interested in me."
"Oh Gil." You said, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling into his chest.
Gilbert was the first to pull away, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. He started leaning in and you jerked away.
"Eww no don't kiss me. I taste like stomach acid." Your throat still tasted horrible no matter how many times you'd brushed your teeth after throwing up.
Gilbert laughed quietly. "I'll kiss you. No tongue then."
You smiled. "Deal."
And with that his lips were pressed to yours, and your heart soared to the skies.
You were feeling better in more ways than one.
And it was all thanks to Gilbert.
And a sick day.