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TW (for later in the story): anxiety and anxiety attack
ALSO, can we talk about how he looks at him??? ^^
No one really took me seriously at practice when I fell and landed only because I caught myself with my wrist. It's nothing an ace bandage won't be able to fix, though. I know I haven't done anything ER worthy because I've done it all before, this is just a simple sprain that I can fix at home--I've also done that before.
"Want anything from the store?" I ask my brother, Ian, and his best friend Wyatt after practice.
Since it's Friday after baseball practice and the beginning of spring break, Wyatt is just going to stay over.
"I don't think so... Why are you going to the store, anyway?" Ian asks, looking at me suspiciously.
"To get an ace bandage," I say.
"Did it really hurt that bad?" Ian asks. I don't reply but lift my swollen wrist.
Wyatt hisses. "You sure you shouldn't go to the ER for that?" he asks me.
"No, I'll be fine. This isn't the first time this has happened," I tell him.
"You gonna be alright to drive?"
Ian looks over at his best friend as if he's confused as to why he's concerned about my health and safety.
"I should be fine," I say.
While I'm at Walmart, I decide to also get some Oreos and Doritos.
After I've checked out and made it back to the car with my ace bandage, Oreos, and Doritos; I stop to get a burger on the way home.
(Can you tell I was craving things when writing this chapter.)
When I get back home, I take Ian and Wyatt their food because I'm a good brother and asked them if they wanted food, too, and then I go to my room with my bandage, snacks, and food.
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After I've eaten, I decide that I should probably wrap my wrist and ice it to prevent more swelling and pain.
"You know there's an easier way to do that, right?" Wyatt says from the doorway of my room as I'm struggling to wrap the Ace bandage around my wrist. I look up at him.
"Well, I'm having problems finding it then, aren't I?" I say.
He laughs. "Let me help you,"
He comes into my bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I don't say anything about it because I figure that it's just a force of habit.
"This isn't my first time wrapping wrists in Ace bandages," he says. "Give me your wrist,"
I stick my wrist out; he takes the Ace bandage and almost expertly wraps the bandage around it. He looks up at me when he's done.
Neither of us says anything as we continue to stare at each other.
He reaches up, cupping my face.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask him softly, but we both know the answer before he does it.
He leans up and presses his mouth against mine. He pulls back slowly.
"I-I-I'm sorry," he stammers his apology and then quickly gets off the floor and leaves my room.
I touch my lips gently. I can still feel the press of his against mine. I'm not going to lie, it felt good--it felt right. I look around my bedroom, the open door, the torn package of the Ace bandage, the fast-food bag and Walmart bag sitting on my desk. I find myself moving from the chair before I actually realize that I'm moving.
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I find myself at Ian's door.
Which is closed.
I raise my fist and knock on the door.
Twice.
Ian answers. I see Wyatt in the background look up.
"Can I borrow Wyatt for a minute?" I ask. I hear my voice come out shakily.
"S-sure?" Ian says, but it comes out more as a question than a statement. "Wyatt, you're needed,"
Wyatt gets up nervously and comes towards me.
I grab his hands and walk backward down the hall to my bedroom. I pull him into my bedroom and shut the door, never looking away from him.
I pull him to me, letting my mouth meet his once more. Since he's taller than I am, when I pull him to me, he has to bend over a little. I wrap my arms around his neck, he puts his arms underneath my butt and lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back slowly and lets me fall down to the floor. My arms are still around his neck as I move back to my bed and pull him down with me.
