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    Grow Old With Me – (Chapter: Delirium)

    I was awoken at some point during the night by Ashley, who was tapping my shoulder. I opened my sleepy eyes and looked over at her.

    “You okay?” I asked. She shook her head. Concerned, I sat up and turned my lamp on. The light clearly bothered her and I threw a t-shirt over the lampshade so it wouldn’t be as bright. “What’s wrong, babe? What hurts?”

    “Everything,” she whimpered. “My head, my throat, my neck… my entire body.”

    “Do you feel like you’re just getting a bad cold or something?”

    “I don’t know.” I felt her forehead; it definitely felt like she had a fever.

    “I’m going to go get the thermometer and some Tylenol, okay? But here, drink this water,” I told her, handing her the glass I had brought up earlier. I went to my bathroom, grabbing the necessary items before returning. Two minutes later, the thermometer indicated Ashley had a temperature of 103. She groaned and fell back onto the pillow after taking the Tylenol. I went back to the bathroom and came back with a cold washcloth, draping it over her forehead.

    “Thanks,” she said. I smiled and cupped her face.

    “I want to kiss you but I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told her.

    “You’re probably right.” I settled back into bed, caressing Ashley’s hair as I got comfortable.

    “So I’m pretty sure my dad’s going to say yes,” I began. I waited for a reaction, but got none. She had fallen asleep already.

     

    Tossing and turning woke me up the next time, but it was already 7:30 in the morning.

    “How are you feeling?” I asked her. She shook her head again and I could see tears forming at the corner of her eyes. “Worse?” She nodded. “Do you want something stronger?” Another nod. “I’ll be right back.” I went downstairs where I found my dad and Karen sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

    “Hey Spencer.”

    “Hi guys,” I began as I looked through the medicine cabinet. “What should I give to Ashley? I gave her Tylenol last night but she’s feeling worse this morning.”

    “What’s the matter?”

    “She has a headache, and her throat and neck hurt. She had a high fever last night, too.”

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    Comments

    1. Horray!!! its happy day in post land. all my fave guilty pleasures have been updated….though i must admit i’m quite concerned about dear Ash. *prays the Clomle will fly in to the story and save the day with her doctorly know how.* excellent post.

    2. You must post more now! I am reaching a breaking point here. I feel like I could go into that waiting room and just cry with Spence. Ash better be ok. Make her bettter now! I demand that you post more and heal her…pretty please with sad puppy dog eyes? Anyway…Love this story! PMS!

    3. I second everything Az said its fine to leave us hanging but not with something like this and we dont even know when ur gonna post again and im gonna drive myslef crazy like usual

    4. If im not mistaken the title of this story is ‘Grow Old With ME’! Okay so old means old, as in old age..they are not young..nothing bad can happen right? I swear to buddha that if anything happens I will literally put my face under the nearest elephant!!! You CANT do this to me!! I mean..what..what would I do with out Ash or Spencer? killing is BAD!! NO killing!! *breaks down into hysterics* excuse myslef while i go drown! PMS, I cant hold my breath that long!!!=(

    5. I hope that Ashley will be okay!!! I am so glad that they found out what is wrong with her. I just hope that it isn’t anything BAD!!!! PMS and just to tell you again, I LOVE YOUR STORYLINE!!!!!!

    6. Am i allowed to do the little “I know what’s wrong with Ashley dance” just to taunt everyone else? Awww, I’m NOT! Damn. Oh well, since everyone else is wondering, and I want you to continue the damn story, hurry up and post again. Or I’ll sic my cat on you. I’m tellin’ you man, when she gets affectionate she can bug you for HOURS.

    7. Great update, this story is by far my favorite!! I hope Ashley is okay. Send her my best!So…it’s my 21st birthday tomorrow, and the only other thing that I want besides a girlfriend is an update on your fanfic!!! PLEASE, make my birthday wish come true!!

    8. Horray!!! its happy day in post land. all my fave guilty pleasures have been updated….though i must admit i’m quite concerned about dear Ash. *prays the Clomle will fly in to the story and save the day with her doctorly know how.* excellent post.

    9. You must post more now! I am reaching a breaking point here. I feel like I could go into that waiting room and just cry with Spence. Ash better be ok. Make her bettter now! I demand that you post more and heal her…pretty please with sad puppy dog eyes? Anyway…Love this story! PMS!

    10. I second everything Az said its fine to leave us hanging but not with something like this and we dont even know when ur gonna post again and im gonna drive myslef crazy like usual

    11. If im not mistaken the title of this story is ‘Grow Old With ME’! Okay so old means old, as in old age..they are not young..nothing bad can happen right? I swear to buddha that if anything happens I will literally put my face under the nearest elephant!!! You CANT do this to me!! I mean..what..what would I do with out Ash or Spencer? killing is BAD!! NO killing!! *breaks down into hysterics* excuse myslef while i go drown! PMS, I cant hold my breath that long!!!=(

    12. I hope that Ashley will be okay!!! I am so glad that they found out what is wrong with her. I just hope that it isn’t anything BAD!!!! PMS and just to tell you again, I LOVE YOUR STORYLINE!!!!!!

    13. Am i allowed to do the little “I know what’s wrong with Ashley dance” just to taunt everyone else? Awww, I’m NOT! Damn. Oh well, since everyone else is wondering, and I want you to continue the damn story, hurry up and post again. Or I’ll sic my cat on you. I’m tellin’ you man, when she gets affectionate she can bug you for HOURS.

    14. Great update, this story is by far my favorite!! I hope Ashley is okay. Send her my best!So…it’s my 21st birthday tomorrow, and the only other thing that I want besides a girlfriend is an update on your fanfic!!! PLEASE, make my birthday wish come true!!

    15. Oh sweet baby Jesus, PLEASE don’t let my Blackberry crap out on me during my business trip this week! This is some “edge of your seat” type shiznit, Kozmic! Memo to my Blackberry: If I’m faced with limited Internet access, you’ll be faced with the wall. Please post soon Kozmic and I’ll do my best to comment during this week. Regarding the root beer float, if I could get one I’d be golden. I went to A&W the other day to get one and an employee told me, with the utmost attitude, that they were “out of ice cream. Order something else.” I should have asked her for a cup of the Haterade that she must have been sipping…clearly she had just refueled her hating capabilities after a long shift with a nice cold glass of Haterade. Holla, Kozmic!

    16. Oh sweet baby Jesus, PLEASE don’t let my Blackberry crap out on me during my business trip this week! This is some “edge of your seat” type shiznit, Kozmic! Memo to my Blackberry: If I’m faced with limited Internet access, you’ll be faced with the wall. Please post soon Kozmic and I’ll do my best to comment during this week. Regarding the root beer float, if I could get one I’d be golden. I went to A&W the other day to get one and an employee told me, with the utmost attitude, that they were “out of ice cream. Order something else.” I should have asked her for a cup of the Haterade that she must have been sipping…clearly she had just refueled her hating capabilities after a long shift with a nice cold glass of Haterade. Holla, Kozmic!

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