My Perfect Life?

My Late 17th

Another chappie!!!!!

enjoy. . .

Lola's POV:

After another week at the hospital the nurse said it was okay if I decided to go home. I gladly accepted and after hiring a wheelchair, the Devons packed me into the car and we drove home. 

"Here you go honey" Mum pulled the wheelchair out and placed it next to the car where I was sitting, my moon boot dragging my legs downwards with the weight. Rory held his arms out.

"Ok?" He asked. I nodded as he picked me up off the seat and set me down gently in the chair. Since Rory still blames himself for getting me injured he put himself on Lola wheel chair duty till I was better. Basically he's my slave. Goodie!

"Roryyyyyyy!" I yelled while he was just about to go upstairs. He turned around sharply. 

"Yes?" He asked, shoving his jacket on the hook.

"You have to take me upstairs!" I laughed. His eyes widened.

* 10 minutes later *

"COME ON! SHOW ME THOSE MUSCLES!" He was about half way up the stairs carrying me and the wheelchair, muscles tensing under his white t- shirt. Cue the drooling. 

"Why did I volunteer to do this?" He said aloud.

"Because you made me be in a coma for a month?" I answered his question for him. 

"And you made me miss my 17th birthday" I continued.

"And you made the bone in my foot snap- "

"DON'T REMIND ME!" He cried. I laughed at him. Finally we were at the top of the stairs. Rory dropped the wheelchair in exaughstion while I squealed.

"Ops. Sorry" He laughed before pushing me into my room and leaving. I wheeled myself over to my closet before shutting the door and flicking through my clothes. As much as I love Claudia, she is not a fashion expert. Changing out of the dark blue jeans and fluro orange hoodie into a simple floral dress and adding a sweet light blue headband to the look I quickly wheeled out of the closet and closed the door again. I yawned.

I'll just have a small nap before dinner. Flopping onto my bed and bringing my moon boot up onto it I sigh as I quickly fall into a dreamless sleep. . .

2 hours later

"It's dinner Lola Loopsy!" Rory sang as he jumped onto my bed making me squeal. He laughed at me. Lola Loopsy aka lalaloopsy the doll is what he nicknamed me while I was in a coma. I don't know why. . .

"Ok?" I told him as I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair up before we go downstairs. 

"Now- " He stated. I looked at him.

"- I hate that thing- " He pointed to the wheelchair that I was currently sitting in. I laughed.

"- So i'm just going to carry you downstairs" He finished. I smirked.

"You didn't think that when you were gasping for breath as you lugged me and the wheelchair up stairs?" I asked him. He looked down at his black converses, obviously blushing.

"Smarty pants" He told me before picking me up off the chair and fake falling as I squeal, my arms clung around his neck as he jumps down the stairs and into the dining room.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLA!" Georgie popped out from behind the door. I nearly fell form Rory's grasp I was so frightened.

"GEORGIE!" I held out my hands to her as she hugged me, taking me in her arms from Rory. She almost fell from my weight.