Chapter 195: It Better be a Hot Fireman

A shiver causes my body to tense and I wrap the comforter around me tighter. It's not even cool in the house, but whatever sickness has invaded my body since lunch has decided I'm an icicle. Or burning. My body can't decide.

It's possible my immune system is getting revenge for all those times I pretended to have a summer cold. Turns out being sick in the summer really does suck. At least I always faked that part right.

The doorbell chimes for the second time and I groan. I am not leaving my nice warm bed. There must be another person in this house who can answer a damn door.

"Drew!" I attempt a yell, but it comes out much more of a tiny screech barely heard in my bedroom let alone in the hallway.