I'm Not A Puppy

13

This chapter is the most disgustingly romantic thing I've ever written without humour in it.

"What the reason behind the wheelchair policy, Dad?" Dad was racing me down the hallways in the wheel chair. 

"No idea, however it's so much fun, isn't it?" We were supposed to be heading towards an exit, but dear old Dad was wasting our time, and I really appreciated it. 

How was I supposed to face Jaxon? Yeah, actually my name isn't Nora it's Emi. I know what identity theft is- it was an accident? 

I had to calm down. The anxiety wasn't helping the situation. 

Finally we made our to the car, and for the first time in a long time I listened to the radio and made my way home.

...

I managed to avoid Jaxon until after I had changed, and was heading downstairs for a snack. He was also in the kitchen, making a sandwich.

Domestic Jaxon was cute. I tried to blink those thoughts away, and focus on how I was going to explain myself.

"Nora?!" I cringed.

"Actually, it's Emi." Jaxon stared at me with this jaw dropped. 

"I don't understand?" I sheepishly made my way to sit across from him at the counter.

"Nora's my middle name." I am so smart. Since when am I this smart?

His eyebrows furrowed. He struggled for words. "What are you doing here? Are you Darren's sister? Wait- what's your last name?"

I was starting to panic. I could not remember what 'Nora's' last name was and I didn't know if I should tell him mine. My mouth was parted, but instead of speaking, I got up, turned around and ran outside. Abort! Abort!

"Emi!" I tripped over nothing. That was the first time he ever said my real name. Jaxon, only two steps behind and terribly clumsy, ends up falling over me.

Now I'm panicking because there is contact that I cannot handle going on. In my rush to get up, I step on Jaxon's arm.

There's a sickening pop sound. Jaxon howls, ironically enough. However, I didn't find it funny.

"Oh, no. Are you okay?" Jaxon's eyes were watering.

"I don't think so." He whispers, with breathy words. He sits upright, but it's with a yelp that he moves his arm.

"I don't understand. You just stepped on me?" He looked like he was having a mental breakdown. I on the hand, felt like I was going to cry.

I can't believe I hurt him. He's going to think I'm a freak.

"Dad!" I yell as loud as I can, horrified by the situation. He must have been on the other side of the manor, but he ran full speed to where I was.

"Fox? What happened?" He freezes when he sees Jaxon. He gasps when he sees his position.

"How did this happen?" He says in disbelief. I let out a few tears.

"He needs help." My Dad shifts into gear. He calls 911, and asks Jaxon questions about his symptoms and what happened. I disappear into the background.

10 minutes later Jaxon is taken to the hospital in an ambulance. The same hospital I was in three hours ago.

***

The lady at triage looked at me funny. "Weren't you here a little while ago? Paralyzed?"

I jerkily shook my head and purposefully change my direction so she couldn't ask me anymore questions. That was awkward.

I finally made my way to Jaxon's room. We called his mother to explain the situation, but she was at work. What was I going to say to him? I'm sorry for breaking your arm but it's okay because it's just a hairline fracture and I didn't do it on purpose. (?)

They were preparing him to leave. I was pacing outside his door.

I ran to the bathroom, just as the doors were opening. Oh gosh. What the fuuuck.

When I finally got the confidence to enter the ER waiting room, there was Jaxon. He standing up with a wheelchair at his feet. "I don't understand why I need a wheelchair. I broke my arm, not my leg." I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi, Jaxon." He quickly turned towards with a smile.

"So, Emi. Your dad told me about what happened with you at school? They didn't get the message that you transferred?" Jaxon was smiling brightly at me.

I sheepishly looked at his cast.

"Oh, this old thing? It's fine. It doesn't even hurt anymore, not really." His smile reached his eyes.

I walked towards him until I stood comfortably in front of him. "I'm really sorry about the arm, and the leaving thing. I just didn't know how to act normal in front of you." Sometimes, honesty is all you need to say.

"Emi, I know we've known each other for a couple days. Really, only a few hours. But you are the only person who has ever made me feel this way. I know it sounds stupid, but now that I'm in this cast, I am kind of grateful you broke my arm, because I feel like it means I'll get to see more of you."

He seemed so sincere, but also confused. So, just in case no one put it into the books yet, humans do indeed feel the mating bond.

"Jaxon. I could never really leave. You are irreplaceable to me."

Jaxon frowned for a bit. "Don't ever leave me, ever. No one has ever made me feel like this, like I could explode just by looking at you. That came out really wrong but, what I'm trying to say is.." His eyes focused in on mine and he got real serious.

"I'm not sure why, or how, you broke my arm. But, oddly enough, I don't care." My mouth was dry and my feet were cemented into the floor. Jaxon pulled me in closer.

His breath was on my face, and usually that would be gross but I wasn't paying attention to anything except his pink, slightly chapped lips. This is taking too long. 

Our lips met innocently, but with the force of intention. There was something magical about the way we synchronized with each other. How someone could be made to fit perfectly into my size puzzle piece. My grip become steel against his ribs, and knowing my strength it couldn't have been comfortable. 

Jaxon, however, pulled me in tighter, prying at my mouth. A loud "Excuse me?" tore us apart just before I would have bruised his ribs. We both turned to see a nurse glaring at us. We glared back. I know the ER isn't the most romantic place, but come on. This is our first kiss.

Jaxon's good arm slid around my back and he ushered me outside. I could see his smile from the corner of my eye. "It's okay. That was only the first." Is this how you get a boyfriend? Break his arm?

Because I think it worked.

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for those of you who think i am 100% made of shit it is true. when I finish this ill edit out the plot hole okay merci.