I Won't Give up.

Chapter 3

 The picture is what I figure Gianna to look like. Once I saw this picture, I realized that is exactly what I imagined her to look like. (:

Gianna's POV.

I had just got done texting Avriell when I slid my phone back into my pocket.

I took the tags and sticker off my board and slam it down on the ground putting my foot on it and rolling it around to break it in. I continue to do this until I feel it loosen up. I smile once more before hopping up on my board.

I put one foot on the ground and begin to push myself off to go but before I could I feel an immediate pain in my leg and realize that I am laying on the ground.

I look up but I am blinded by the sun. I cover my eyes and try to get up but feel a hand around my waist pulling me to my feet.

I limp over to the bench. I sit down with my eyes still closed letting out a sigh. "I am so sorry! Oh my gosh, are you okay? I am so so sorry!" I hear a manly voice say.

I immediately recognize the voice and open my eyes. I look next to me and there he was. The voice and the face that I have been watching on a screen for years is sitting right next to me. It is Brendon Boyd Urie.

"I'm okay. Really. I feel fine." I say as I try standing up. Bad idea. I feel a sharp, shooting pain up my leg. I let out a breath before sitting back down. He gasps and lets out a sigh. "I wasn't paying attention and I ran into you and I am honestly so sorry. Maybe we should get you to a doctor? I feel so bad. How does it feel? What's your name? I'm so so sorry." He says all at once.

"It doesn't feel great but I don't need to see a doctor. Really, I can move it around and stuff. It is probably just sprained. I just need to wrap it and I'm fine. And my name is Gianna." I say.

I don't want him to feel bad for me. I am one of his biggest fans, if not the biggest. "Okay my car is only around the corner. Come here." He says. I don't say anything. Instead just let him put a hand around my waist and help me.

I grab my board and limp my way to his red Mustang. I get in the front shifting my body to put my penny board in the back seat. He closes my door and gets in the drivers seat.

"Wait.." I say as he pauses what hes doing and looks at me. "What? What's wrong?" He says. "I just got into a car with a random guy. How do I know you aren't a psycho killer?" I say pretending that I don't know who he is for a reaction.

He waits for a second. And slouches his back looking at the steering wheel. "Okay. Let me introduce myself." He says as if a lightbulb went off in his brain. "I am Brendon Ur.." He says before I could cut him off. "I know who you are." I say. "I was kidding. I only have 75 posters of Panic at The Disco covering 2 of my walls. No big deal."

He lets out a sigh and a smile creeps upon his face. I don't know why I feel so comfortable around him. But I do. "Well I would just like you to know that I am no psycho killer. But I am also no one to praise. I am just a normal guy. That happens to be in a band." He says starting the car. "I know, I know. The "regular guy" treatment." I say returning to him with a wink.

He smiles slightly and pulls into the parking lot of Walmart shortly after.

He looks at me and realizes that I can't walk. "Wait here." He says after thinking for a minute.

I was thinking he is just going to go in without me but nope. Instead here he comes riding one of those carts for old or injured people. I let out a giggle and look at him having a shit load of fun on this cart. He steps off the cart and opens my door, again grabbing my side helping me to the cart. Luckily, he doesn't notice my stomach.

He slams the door shut and turns around looking at me. "Come on loser, we're going shopping." He says as I can't help but laugh. "Did you really just quote Mean Girls?" I ask him. "Yes. I did. Now come on." He says walking by my side.

We get to the pharmacy section and go over to where the medical stuff is. I see a wrap that is $9.99 and I pick it up reading the back. I look at him and nod my head. "I found one. This one is okay. Now can we please get out of here? I feel like an old lady zooming around in this thing." I laugh. He grabs it and carries it all the way to the register.

He looks at me and says "We forgot something. Wait here." "Oh no. You said that last time and now look at me." I say gesturing to the cart that I am riding. "It will only take a minute. I swear" He says smiling and winking before running off.
I wheel myself over to the magazine on the end cap and start flipping through one.

I feel a hand on my back and look behind me. When I realize that it's Brendon, I sigh out of relief and wheel myself over to where we need to pay.

I don't look behind me to see what he has because it is probably for him and I don't want to be nosey. But I realize he lifts up crutches and some candy up to the conveyor belt. I smile and look down to my messenger bag and pull out some money. I go to hand it to him but he pushes my hand down and smiles. "I got it, put that away." I sigh.

I hate when people do this. "Please just take the money." I say. "I caused this. It's the least I can do." I give him a look and put the cash away.