The Best Medicine

Saturday, 10:00am: my mom is out shopping, my sister is at a friend's house, my dad has taken my brother to a hockey game, and even my cat is at the groomers. Where was I you ask? I was behind a barricade of pillows, armored from head to toe in blankets, and I was as sick as a dog. I was hot, I was cold, I was sweating, and my throat felt like a gravel bed. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud...let's sum it up with I was completely, utterly, and unbearably miserable. I was so lost in my misery that I was not aware of the size twelve Air-Jordans that were slowly treading up the stairs until the door to my room flew open and a voice chimed, "Good Morning!"

I chose not to move or speak, he'd go away eventually. "Katie?" I heard him beginning to traverse the room towards my bed. "Are you still asleep? It has to be at least ten." I felt his hazel-eyed gaze resting on top of my comforter. "Katie?" he repeated.

"What?" I croaked.

"Wow, you sound terrible."

"I am terrible, terribly, terribly sick."

"...Do you need a hug?"

I reached out my hand and motioned for him to come closer with my fingers. When I was sure he was within arm's reach I socked him on top of his head. "Ouch!" I heard him yelp. I removed the comforter from over my head and looked at him. Tousled brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a nearly constantly grinning mouth were towering six foot four inches above me. Enter Michal Grant: the goofy to the point of ad nauseum best friend-like-figure.

"Ka-tie! Why'd you hit me?" he moaned.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh suck it up; you're not the one who's sick.

"You're so mean."

"Yeah, I know, I get that a lot" It's true; people avoid me for my scathing tongue and cruelty. But here's puppy-dog Michal, staying at my side....what a mutt. "What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked. Michal shrugged. "You were on my Saturday hit list. See, I have this list of all my friends, and every Saturday-"

"No. I mean what are you doing here? As in at my house. As in who the heck said you could come in?" I snapped.

"Hmm... Well no one I guess. I figured your mom would have just said, 'Oh Michal, come on in. Katie's up in her room.' anyway." His falsetto was dead on, and it took biting my tongue not to crack a smile. "I could call the cops and have you arrested for breaking-and-entering."

"You wouldn't do that to me now, would you?"

"Don't put it passed me."

Michal put his hands up in a gesture of defeat. "All right, all right I'll let you get some rest." He turned heading for the door muttering back-up plans. "Maybe I can go to Tony's...no I think he's still in Florida. Or Collin's...then again there's always..." He suddenly trailed off by the door. He was gazing towards my desk where I had put my computer, some papers, and pictures in frames. He crossed over to the desk and picked up a picture in a yellow frame. "Now what is this?" he said, a grin spreading across his face. Uh-oh, that can't be good.

I racked my memory for exactly which picture was in the yellow frame, hoping and hoping it wasn't something embarrassing. Michal was cooing, "Katie! You were so cute!" I stumbled out of bed and sprinted over. So much for it not being embarrassing. I was about six years old. My hair was curled like red ribbons falling over my shoulders. I had bright green eyes and a huge smile with my two front teeth missing. I was wearing a bright yellow tu-tu with my arms posed over my head. I was adorable....and it absolutely disgusted me.

"Why'd you have to go and straighten your hair? You looked just like Annie!" Michal said laughing. I reached out to snatch the picture away but he held it over his head like he was taunting a kitten. Darn his six foot tallness...

I attempted to leap up and take it again but he side stepped again. We repeated this until he had backed into the bed. I spotted my opportunity. "You've got to take it from my Katie." He taunted, "You got to-" He did not finish this sentence on account of the pillow that connected with his face. He dropped the picture which I caught expertly and returned to my desk. (Oh yeah, I'm good)

When I turned around I noticed Michal was staring at me. Although his face was serious his eyes glinted mischievously. "What?" I asked. That is when I noticed he was fingering one of the many pillows that were piled on top of my bed. I shook my head. "You wouldn't dare." I said. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Aun Guard Mademoiselle." He said in a low French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Aren't we a little old for a-" He hit me in the side with a pillow. I raised an eyebrow then went to hit him back but he stepped back in time to dodge it. I tried again and this time was met with another smack in the side. And that is how we began the pillow duel.

It would've made any fencer jealous...well any fencer who fenced with pillows anyway. Michal laughed triumphantly. "Madame, you cannot win. Resistance is futile!" he shouted. As he said that I nailed him right in the face. He staggered and dropped to his knees. "I have...been hit." he gasped still in his French accent, "Tell my mother...I love her. And tell my brother...he cannot play my DS." He fell in an act of meeting one's demise. I was on the ground too, laughing so hard it hurt. He grinned up at me the whole time. That is, until this laughter caught up to me and I was coughing, than wheezing.

Michal was at my side in a second, handing me the glass of water from off my night stand. I gulped it thankfully. "Are you All right?" he asked after I had topped off the water. I nodded. "Yeah, I guess laughter's not always the best medicine, huh?" I said. He chuckled helping me up from my spot. When I was up I wandered back to my bed and sat down, rearranging the pillows so I could lye down. I could feel his gaze on my back. "You know what else people say is the best medicine?" He asked. I turned around. "Advil?"

He was suddenly in front of me and had bent down, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I didn't move out of pure, unadulterated shock. He stood back up, a light smile playing on his face. "Love." He stated simply. He turned and began walking towards the door. I recovered from my rigid shock and shouted, "W-what the heck was that?! Michal Grant, just what are you trying to pull!? Michal!" My shouts were apparently ignore because as he reached the door he called, "Oh, and Katie?"

"What?!"

He turned and looked at me, a sweet and adoring smile on his face. "If I get sick because of this, you seriously owe me one."

He ducked out of the room just in time to avoid a pillow being thrown at him