Imperfect (arrow based)

My Fault

We walked inside and Oliver started to walk to his bedroom. I walk toward the kitchen.

"I'm hungry." I tell Oliver as I walk backwards into the kitchen. I turn around and see that Oliver has followed me into the kitchen. I look in the cabinets for food. I find a couple things that perk my interest.

"Hey can we make rice crispy bars?" I ask Ollie with a devilish smile. He looks at me and back at the ingredients.

"Fine. But you have to use your wheelchair. I want you off your feet. Kay?"

"Kay." I say as I walk to get my wheelchair from his room. I sit down in it and roll back to the kitchen.

"Like my wheels?" I ask Oliver with a giggle.

"Indeed." Oliver says with a chuckle. I wheel myself to the cabinets. I find a pot and head to the fridge for butter. I put the butter in the pot and wait for it to melt. Then add the marshmallows. Then I wait for them to melt. I grab the pot handle and turn my wheel chair around fast and pour the chocolate rice crispies. I mix it together and pour it into the buttered pan and squished it down. I look at Oliver.

"Me and my brother used to make them all the time." I say as I eat the leftover on the spoon. Whenever I mention my family Oliver seems to freeze up and doesn't know what to say. I can't blame him though. I don't even know what to say after that.

"Tell me more about your little brother." Oliver says.

"When he was born I was disappointed that he couldn't do anything. Then he grew up and he never left being my little brother. We were always doing things together. My parents wanted me to let him make friends. But then people started picking on him." I get interrupted by Oliver.

"You didn't let that happen to him did you?" Oliver says with a big smile.

"Never. Oliver. If anything happened to my brother I blamed myself. I blame myself for him not going to college. I blame myself for him dieing. Ollie it was my idea to go on the trip. My brother just wanted to stay home. I killed my brother. I killed my brother." I say finishing.

"Lexi it wasn't your fault." Oliver says trying to get me feel better. I hear the timer go off for the rice crispie treats. I wheel myself over to them and grab a knife out of the block. I start to cut them. I did a pretty good job cutting them. I mean I think they are good.

"Want one?" I ask Oliver as i get plates.

"Of course." Oliver says. We get our rice crispie bars and sit down. It's later than I thought. It is currently 8:24 pm. I mean it is early but with everything today I am like dead. Me and Oliver make small talk while finishing our snack.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Oliver asks me with a full smile on his face.

"Love to Queenine, but you know what. I think I need something. I think you know what is." I say as I wheel myself over to Ollies room. I give up halfway because I see Oliver is behind me. I stop and wait a couple seconds to see if Oliver got the hint. He did. He started to push me into his room. He went to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. He knew exactly what I wanted. Then he smiles, put the shirt on my lap, and wheeled me to the bathroom. I go in and stand up. Dang that hurt. I look at my stomach. That's gonna leave a nasty scar. I keep looking at it and I just she Jareds face in my head. I put on Ollies shirt. I lift up the neckline of the shirt and smell it. Smells just like him. Dang I am creepy but i mean what's the point of having a boyfriend if you can't smell him. I walk out of the bathroom. I wanted to see how long the shirt was. It was pretty big. I see Oliver looking for a movie on Netflix.

"What haven't we watched?" Oliver asks as he takes a quick glance at me then back at the screen.

"How about Grease." I say as I ruin Oliver's neatly made bed. Oliver get under covers to and then I lay my head on his chest as we start the movie.

"How are the stitches?" Oliver asks.

"I know you ask because you care but I feel like you ask me every five minutes. I am doing good. Thanks babe." I say as I finish.