1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Protecter (93)

Word count:2549

Ever since we were young. And I mean really young Marco has always been there for me.

And I mean always. But that doesn't mean we didn't have our  share of fights.

Me always loosing and him always being forced to apologize.

At one moment we were best friends and others we were at each other's throats. But he's always been there when I needed him.

Until now.

Until his accident.

All I remember from that day was that I was listening to music. I couldn't tell you what song but judging the time period it was probably panic! At the disco.

I remember the banging on my door and hopping from my loft bed the moment the banging on my door became loud enough to brake through the loud shout singing about the fear of falling apart.

I don't remember the words my mom said.

I just remember.

Marco, Shot, hospital, 

Then silence. Wondering why was it so hard to put my shoes on.

Saying fuck pants. Fuck showering, fuck anything but him.

I remember tripping on my shoe laces.

I remember hugging his mom.

I remember counting floor tiles over and over again.

I remember drinking coffee even though I hated the stuff.

I remember periodic napes in the waiting room wooden chairs.

But mostly I remember praying.

I remember not knowing what to say.

I remember cursing myself for only praying when I needed things.

I remember promising to go to church. To never look at another boy.

I remember waking up to sobbing.

I remember not wanting to open my eyes and deal with the pain.

I remember walking into the room to see him laying on the bed.

Just the way I remembered him.

Muscler. Slightly tanned skin.

Each tattoo I was the fist to see.

Each part of him held a different memory.

Every part of him was special.

Like his ears and him squeezing my hands the first time they were pierced.

Or his fingers and the ring that turned one green.

His arms and the way they held on to me to keep me from fighting a guy who I wouldn't win against.

Or his hand and how they were bruised for beating him up for me.

His mother held his hand and cried and I whip my eyes.

I wanted to hold his hand but I felt like that would make things weird.

He woke up two hours later.

First his slowly fluttered open then slowly he moved and every one held their breath.

As he looks around.

"Mom?" He speaks and every starts to cheer. Like hearing him talk ruled out any chance of him not being the normal guy he was.

Only I noticed it first.