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Vernon

You are trying to get something from the top shelf but you are to short. You could ask Vernon for help but you don't want to drag him away from rehearsals, instead you pull up a chair and climb on it. Just as you pulled the object from the shelf you stumble back falling off the chair.  You try to land on your feet but you land on your ankle in a weird position. "Owwwww!" You scream but quickly cover your mouth. You love the boys of Seventeen but sometimes you feel weak being the only girl around 13 boys. Not saying that girls are weak it's just that you wouldn't classify yourself as athletic. You try to get up but you can't. You push the chair back over to the corner scrunching your face because of how much pain your in. You are able to get to your bed and sit down.
*time skip*
Vernon walks in sweaty after practice. "Hey." He says as he walks over to you and lightly kisses your forehead. "You okay? I hear a crash a while ago but I thought it might have been our neighbors." He asks concerned. "I'm fine." You say lying knowing that you should tell the truth. "In that case me and the boys were going to get ice cream, wanna join?" He says giving you puppy dog eyes. "Oh ok." You say wondering how you are going to walk. "I have to get my bag," you say, "I'll be there in a moment." "Ok." He says as he walks out of the room. You try to get out of bed but any pressure you put on your ankle makes it hurt. After minutes of trying you give up and flop on to your bed. Vernon comes in and you look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks with a sad look on his face. "W-what?" You say. "Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?" He says. You look down and stare at your feet. "Here," he says picking you up and carrying you to the couch. "Why don't we just stay in and watch a movie?" He asks and you just nod. He goes to the kitchen and grabs an ice pack. You start crying partially because of the pain but partially because of how sweet Vernon is. "Awwww baby, don't cry." He says. You look at him with tear eyes. He puts the ice pack down and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. He puts the ice pack on your ankle and turns on the TV. "What movie?" He asks looking at you. "Um...The Maze Runner?" You say hoping he would be ok with watching that. He turns it on and you rest your head on his shoulder. "You could of asked me for help." He says as he hands you the object you were trying to retrieve earlier. You just smile thankfully at him and go back to watching the movie. You must have fallen asleep because you woke up to Vernon's soft snores.

Ahdhdjkfkfkdkeksjdjd this sucked :( I got this idea from a strange dream I had. Ok byeeeee