Handicapped Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is another story about me and Justin. This is about the time he got a really bad sprain, and didn't want me to take care of him.

"Are you okay?" I ask, rubbing my hands on my jeans nervously.

"Yes, Danni, I'm fine," Justin assures me, trying to stand after being knocked over in soccer. He took a heavy fall, and it looked painful.

"But Justin--" I protest.

"Danni, just go get my mom please," he asks in a small voice.

"Okay," I run off the field, yelling for his mom to come down. She rushes down as fast as she can, and is near me in minutes.

"What happened to him, honey?" She asks me.

"He fell, and he's just playing it off like it doesn't hurt, but I think he's really hurt..." I explain to her.

"All right, don't worry, he's a big boy," she smiles at me, and runs to see her son.


"You lied," I accuse.

"I didn't lie," he protests. "I said it didn't hurt not that it wasn't sprained."

"That's basically the same thing!" I cry.

"It's okay Danni," he runs a hand through my hair and smiles at me. "It doesn't hurt, I promise."

"You're so full of crap," I mutter.

"C'mon Danni, it's not that bad, it could have been worse," he says.

"You're right, it could have been..." I whisper.

"All I have to do is stay off it for a couple days and I'll be all better," he picks up the crutches the doctor got for him and places them under his arms lazily.

"Let me take care of you?" I move to be next to him.

"That's something to ask my mother," he laughs.

"I'll stay with you," I suggest.

"Like at my house? Why?" he asks with a smile.

"Please?" I almost beg.

"If your mom lets you, then I don't see why not," he agrees. "But I don't want you sneaking out just to take care of me when I don't need to be taken care of."

"You need to be taken care of," I argue with him. "If someone doesn't watch you you'll end up breaking your ankle!"

"No, I won't Danni," he makes his way out of the doctor's office towards his mom's van.

"You might," I correct myself. "I just want to take care of you. You take care of me all the time."

"Because you need it," he says. "You're more fragile than I am."

"More fragile? I'm not fragile!" I say.

"Yes, sweetheart, you are," he shoves his crutches into the trunk and grabs my hand gently. "I didn't mean that offensively, you know I didn't."

"But Justin, let me take care of you this time, please," I'm on the verge of begging when his mom climbs into the car.

"I don't need it Danni," he argues in a gentle voice.

"Mrs. Matthews!" I cry. "Can you tell your son that he needs to be taken care of?"

"Justin, you need to be taken care of," she looks at him through the rear view mirror.

"Can I take care of him?" I ask her. Justin lets go of my hand and releases a low groan. He puts his hands over his face and leans his head back against the headrest.

"Of course you can honey," she smiles back at me.

"See Justin! I told you!" I hit his chest lightly.

"Mom, why did you just do that?" he rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Because she loves you, and wants to take good care of you," his mom says.

"She's going to treat me like a baby, Mom," he moans almost incoherently.

"Because she loves you," his mom argues.

"Mommmmmmmmm," he growls.

"I think his medicine is kicking in," his mom laughs.

"I can tell," I pat his knee rhythmically.

His eyes close, and he falls asleep within minutes. "Andrew, honey, help me get your brother inside."

Andrew carries his brother up to his room easily, putting him down gently on the bed with me following with Justin's crutches close behind. I lay down next to Justin, wrapping my arms around his one arm and comb my fingers through his hair gently. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my little baby," I sing in his ear.

"Danni," Justin whispers in his sleep.

"Yes?" I murmur with a smile.

"Hmmmmm, Danni," he mutters again, smiling in his sleep.

I realize that he's dreaming about me, and a light blush creeps over my cheeks. "What are you dreaming about Justin?" I ask.

"You," he answers wearily.

"What about me?"

"I love you," he wraps his arms around my neck loosely and holds me close. I kiss his cheek, and close my eyes to lay with him.

Submitted: April 11, 2012

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Haha, I love how you asked his mom! Lol that'll always work :D
And you guys seem like dorks (that's not a bad thing, I am the biggest dork ever lol) it makes y'all so cute! :D

Wed, April 11th, 2012 3:30am


Thankkkkk youuuuu so much for reading! I love being a dork!??

Mon, April 16th, 2012 12:29pm


Awwwe!! This is ADORABLE!! And he dreams about you, and says your name??!! AWWEE!!! :D!! Again, you guys are soo cute. I hope you get married! And awwe it's soo sweet that you want to take care of him. You should post a picture of you two together sometime :)!

Wed, April 11th, 2012 8:30pm


I wish I could! He NEVER takes pictures with me! When we do take pictures, someone BEHIND US takes the picture so justin doesn't know about it! ahhhhhh! I wish we would get married...that'd be awesome?

Mon, April 16th, 2012 12:30pm

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