Six Feet UnderGround

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Luckily, dad picked me up, and we got the X-rays- my ankle is slightly fractured. Let's just say that I was looking forward to a day's rest by the time we pulled into the driveway.

He helps me out of the car, trying to take pressure off my leg.

"How's it feeling now that we're home?" He asks after setting me on the couch.

"The painkillers are really helping. I'm sorry, but I think I might be addicted."

Dad scoffs and tries to give me a little glare, and fails. My little comment is already lightening the mood.

" Well, hopefully you don't fall in a puddle of milk again."

"Let's forget that story." I say. Maybe we can make up some epic story and people might just see a new me.

I hear him laugh from the kitchen and he returns with a glass of water.

"Thanks. " I take the water and sip slowly. I put the glass down when there's a knock on the door.
"I got it." he says, hurrying towards the door. He opens the door and in answer I hear a familiar deep voice, with a new hint of nervousness.

"Hey... is Elizabeth home? I brought her some flowers, you know, as a sort of 'get well soon' present..." I can hear him stutter.

I wish I could see my dad's face.

"Yeah, she's right her if you want to see her. Let me put those in water."

I hear him mumble a 'thanks' before he steps inside the living room. He nods at me as my dad walks into the kitchen.

"I'm going to the store with Laura. Anything you need?" He says, coming back into the room. I shake my head. "Alright, no funny business, am I clear?"

"I have a broken ankle. What do you expect me to do, have him right here on the couch?" I say sarcastically, regretting it right after. I can practically hear him blushing and my dad's embarrassment.

"Right." My dad says and ducks out the door. I hear the engine start as he pulls out of the driveway.

"With everything you've done for me, I still don't know your name. How did you know where I live anyways?" I say as the tension dies off.

"Before school ended, some guy named Casper asked about you because he heard something about me. And then I asked where you live so I could see if you were okay. Names Keith, by the way. " He says wiping his palms on his jeans, looking anywhere but at me. "Well, you didn't need to do anything for me. My ankle is fine, by the way."He smiles." Well, I guess I'll leave you alone to your day of alone-ness, but if you ever want to hang out and talk... uh... here's my number." He says, and I get a warm feeling all around in my stomach... it's almost terrifying, having someone other than a family member... care?... about me. He sets the paper beside my water, says good bye and leaves.I'm scared, definitely, but also thankful for him. As I pick up his number and my phone, I realize how much Casper blew up my phone. Over a hundred texts and eight calls. I text him quickly to let him know that I'm okay-leaving out any information about Keith, and enter his number into my phone.