Java Bhobdhama

I would pay good money to never see his face again. Seriously. My enemy is so annoying I have actually considered moving schools, cities, countries just to get away from him. Until he gets sick. Then suddenly I can't get RID of him. He's on my bed, in my hoodie that is three sizes too big for him, sniffling, glaring at me because I stopped cuddling him for two seconds to drink water. "Where are you going?" he pouts. Full-on bottom lip sticking out. Sick voice and everything. "I'm literally right here." "Not close enough. And you missed a spot." He taps his cheek. Then his other cheek. Then his forehead. Then his lips. "That's like, ten kisses minimum. I'm sick, you have to listen to me." Since when? Since he decided that being annoying is his full-time job, and being a clingy, kiss-demanding baby is his sick leave.