Stand By Me Preferences & Imagines ON HOLD

Final chapter - Teddy Imagine

"Teddy, we're 16. How can you still find joy out of truck dodging?" You asked your boyfriend of three years. The other boys with you, Gordie, Chris and Vern all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Teddy. It's dangerous," Chris called out.

"So's carrying a gun and going to look for a dead body and almost getting killed by Ace at age twelve but you still did it! Besides, I've never died doing this yet, so c'mon! Y/N, I promise, you'll get a crazy rush afterwards," you looked at your boyfriend, grinning at you while messing with the dog tag necklace around his neck, then back at your friends.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this. It's crazy, Teddy's crazy," you shook your head at Gordie, stepping back. No way were you going to run across a highway, dodging cars and trucks. You didn't exactly revel in the more than likely possibility of sudden death, and you had no idea why Teddy did. Maybe Gordie was right. Maybe he was crazy.

"No, Teddy. I'm not doing it,"

"Fine!" He yelled with a grin and headed for the road. Fear rose up in all of you, and you and Chris sprinted after him. He hadn't done this in years, what if he wasn't as good at it anymore? "Get off me! Let me do this, I can do this! Get the fuck off of me!" Teddy kicked and screamed, throwing his arms around to get you guys off him, but Chris was really strong and you weren't exactly feeble.

"Teddy, stop-"

***

"Now, the wheelchair is only temporary, but it's probably long term depending on the results we get back in a few weeks," the nurse spoke, smiling at you, your mother, Chris and Teddy. Only three visitors were allowed in the room, and the boys had been here all day, every day for three days, making Gordie and Vern take turns to come and visit. "You're discharged, though. Just take it easy,"

"Oh, I'm going to have to cancel my business trip now," your mother sighed, although she tried to mask her disappointment. 

"Well, Mrs. Y/L/N, if it's okay with you, Y/N can stay at my house. My parents won't mind," your mom stopped to think. She never trusted Teddy or his parents, especially after the 'ear' incident, but this trip was important.

"Okay, but if there are any problems at all, you call Mrs. Lachance, okay?"

"Got it, mom," 

***

You arrived at Teddy's house and greeted his parents as Teddy carried you upstairs and helped you onto his bed. "Y/N, I'm so sorry," he looked into your eyes, "I should've just stopped acting like a kid and listened to you and the guys. Fuck, I should've listened,"

"Teddy," you held onto his hand and wiped away an escaped tear. You knew Teddy could've dodged it and none of this would have happened, but you loved him too much to let there be a possibility of him getting hit. You knew the former would have happened, but the latter possibility was still there and it terrified you. "It's not your fault. Look, I'm okay! Just a couple of scratches,"

"Yeah and a fucking wheelchair, along with the possibility of never being able to walk again. No big deal,"

"The nurse said the wheelchair is temporary,"

"That doesn't change the fact that it's my fault. Lemme make it up to you," Teddy darted out of the room before you could protest, and you silently sat waiting for him. What else could you do?

Soon, Teddy came running up the stairs and back into his bedroom with his arms full of stuff. He layed everything out on the bed beside you; chocolate, candy, chips, drinks, blankets and some records. "Jesus, Teddy, you want anything else?" You giggled, weakly trying to push yourself up.

"Yeah. You," he smirked, crawling over you to kiss you. "I hope you know how much I love you, Y/N."