Crazy

"Gil, what are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Gilbert protested innocently.

Mathew rolled his eyes. "Gil, you're always up to something when you've got that smirk on your face."

Gilbert did indeed have a mischievous smirk on his face. And he was up to something. But he wanted it to be a surprise.

"Birdie, I'm awesome; I don't lie unless needed." And it was definitely needed at the moment.

Mathew looked at him warily, but relaxed in his chair anyway. "Alright," he allowed.

The two teens were in the park, just hanging out. Gilbert was sitting on an old wooden bench, while Mathew was –as always –sitting in his wheelchair. He had been in a car accident a few months ago and had lost the use of his legs, though his physical therapist said he might eventually be able to walk again.

It had been a stressful time for everyone, especially Mathew and Gilbert. Mathew had been the captain of the hockey team with a bright future ahead of him. Gilbert had been his very annoying boyfriend, but Mathew loved him just the same. But then the accident happened.

Gilbert had been driving the car and hadn't been paying attention. A deer ran into the road, Gilbert swerved, and the car flipped. He had broken his arm and bruised his ribs, but Mathew had gotten the worst. Gilbert still blamed himself for the accident, but Mathew never once blamed anyone.

Gilbert suddenly stood up and rushed behind Mathew. The Canadian was confused, but his confusion quickly gave way to surprise when his chair shot forward.

"Maple!" he squeaked, grabbing hold of the arm rests.

"Hold on Birdie!" Gilbert laughed.

And so began the race.

Gilbert ran around the entire park, pushing the chair –and Mathew –as fast as possible. There was one scary part where the wheelchair almost tipped over, but Gilbert quickly righted it.

"Gil!" Mathew yelped as they almost ran over a child walking a dog.

"Sorry kid!" Gilbert laughed.

The two of them raced around and around the park, laughing and yelling and basically having the most fun they'd had in a while. When Gilbert was eventually too tired to run anymore, he slowly pushed Mathew back over to the bench.

"That was fun," the red eyed teen huffed as he sank onto the bench.

His violet eyed companion laughed. "You're crazy Gil," he grinned.

Gilbert looked at his adorably awesome boyfriend and smiled. "I am crazy; crazy for you, Birdie."

And he was.


I don't know why, but I had the strangest image of Gilbert pushing Mathew around in a wheelchair stuck in my mind, so this happened. Thanks for reading!

~C