Almost You

Should I? Could I?

Chapter 30

Should I? Could I?

"Time for the medicine..." I said, drawing out my words to make it sound sing-songy. I picked up one of the plastic bottles of prescriptioned pills. The pills hit each other, making little 'tick' noises.

"Uh uh. No way." He scowled.

Evan was scooting back in the wheel chair, which no matter how hard I tried to help him like it, he was stubborn and was replused by it.

He glared at the yellow plastic container in my hand. I rolled my eyes.

He gave me a look that a toddler would give their mother when they didn't want to do something.

I sighed. This was harder then I had thought.

"But.. They're good for you! Do you want to go back to the hospital? I swear mister, so help me or I'll send your little ass straight back there and those doctors can force feed you these pills." I finished, a threatening tone.

I gave him that look. He glared at me.

"Fine..." He grumbled, crossing his arms and giving me a dark look.

I handed him the five pills, each different colors as they helped with different things. I gave him the glass of water next.

He glared at me the entire time, as he popped them into ghis mouth, curling into a distastful grimace, then gulped them down with the water. He stuck his tongue out, being dramatic.

"See? That wasn't so bad." I said, smiling proudly to myself.

"Do I get a reward?" He asked slyly, a smile curling his lips, he winked at me. A boysish twinkle lit in his eyes.

I returned the wink. "Of course." I planted a slow kiss on his lips.

Mmm, he tasted of peppermint. I savoured his taste of his lips.

"But not right now, we have stuff to do." The boring, responsible side of me said. But the horny, teenaged side was already undressing him with my eyes.

Jeez what has he done to me, a smirk formed on my lips.

His expression soured. "Tease..." He grumbled under his breath. I laughed.

Evan went back to presisting that he not need his wheel chair, wheeling sourly behind me. I tuned out his rumble and help with the new set up.

And what I mean by 'set up' I mean for Evans wheelchair. Setting up involved moving things around for easier accesabilty. Since Evan couldn't, and I was an thoughtful girlfriend, I was helping and doing it for him.

I even attempted to clean up, which is something that I am not very good at.

And cleaning with a boy in a wheelchair was not an easy task.

"You see? I should really get cruches..." Evan grumbled childishly as I swept the broken glass from the picture frame into a dust pan.

We finally finished, the floors even had a dull sparkle, which was impressive showing from my lack of cleaning skill. I had also, with a few clumsy pushes from Evan, re-arranged the apartement so Evan could wheel his little self around with no damage.

I heaved an exhausted sigh, and gratefully dropped the mop back to it's place. I flipped out my iPhone, and clicked it on quickly to get a glance of the time. It was getting late.

I decided to accept his offer of snuggling with him before going over to Adam's, who I have been wanting to talk to.

We sat on the couch, his arm around me, my head buried in his chest.