Michael was video gaming nonstop ever since he bought the new pokèmon game. He's been up all night and has been living off of potato chips and energy drinks. It had been my idea to get him out the house, and go bicycling to get his mind off of video games for a while.
We biked for a couple blocks until Michael was out of breath and asked for a break. When I tried to stop the bike, the chain popped off and I had no control over the brakes. I crashed into the curb and onto someones yard, landing in a uncomfortable position. "Y/N are you okay!" Michael hopped off his bike to run over to me. He lifted the bike off of me. "Are you okay?" He repeated.
I nodded and tried sitting up, only to feel a sharp pain in my right arm. I involuntarily let out a scream. Michael laid me back down on the ground. "Don't move, I think your arm's broken," Michael took out his phone and called his Mom.
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Its been three days since I broke my arm, Michael has been coming over to my house everyday after school to keep me company. We've been watching Disney movies and drawing all over my cast. Ive been wearing the same pajamas for the last two days and decided it was a good time to change into some actual clothes. I was still getting use to the bulky new cast, and was having a hard time sipping my jeans but I eventually got it. Im right handed and it was hard to do stuff left handed. I was half naked, as I was trying to get my shirt over my head.
I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I said, expecting it to be my Mom. But instead, Michael came in. "Hey Y/N— Oh my God!" He covered his eyes with his beanie. "Michael!" I turned away from him. I was only wearing a bra and some jeans. "Im so sorry Y/N I didn't know you were... um.. naked," Michael was flustered. "Its okay Michael. And as long as you're here can you help me get this shirt over my head? My arms stuck." I said helplessly.
"Umm... Sure," Michael said while lifting his beanie off his eyes. I was still turned away from him and I heard Michael approached.
I heard him giggle as he put the t-shirt over my head. "What?" I asked. "Nice bra," He laughed again. "Don't look!" I covered up. "Then how am I suppose to see what Im doing?" I knew he was smirking. Michael helped me fit my broken arm through the t-shirt hole. I put my other arm through the sleeve and pulled the t-shirt over my exposed skin. "Thanks," I murmured.
"Hey, that's what best friends are for." He smiled. "And if you ever want me to help you take a shower, Im just a phone call away." He smirked. I punched him in the arm. "Ow!" He whined. "Just because you broke your arm doesn't mean you have to break my arm!"
