A/N: Hey! After many incredibly long waits, I swore to myself that I'd post this on time. And, unfortunately, I failed. Insert multiple apologies here. But at least I didn't abandon the story! But still, sorry about the extra week-long wait. So anyways, thanks for all of the amazing reviews! Seriously, you guys are fabulous. I'm not sure you realize just how awesome you truly are. But, I'll stop with my rambling and let you read the story! Enjoy!

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I was right. I broke my wrist.

Once I snapped out of my little doze, we were in the car on the way to the hospital. The whole way there, Miley asked me questions about what specifically hurt and had me wiggle my fingers to see if any damage was done. When I tried to move and part of my lower arm, a searing pain shot up my arm. Joe pulled up along the curb at the hospital and had us climb out before he went to hunt down a parking spot.

Miley helped me walk in to the hospital, supporting my wrist so it didn't make matters worse. And, I discovered that if you think about random things like puppies, then the pain only feels like a continuous pinch in your arm. I also learned that high school students working at the hospital as a summer intern only leads to frustration.

"Hey, can we see a doctor? I think she broke her wrist," Nick explained to the girl, and I winced when he poked my arm. Screw the butterflies, the pain is a lot worse. The girl rolled her eyes without even sparing a glance in our direction, and handed us a green plastic clipboard with a pen attached by a string. After a few minutes of lazily searching for the right papers to be filled out, I started tapping my foot agitatedly. Apparently she didn't like that.

"Would you cool your jets? I'm going as fast as I . . . oh my god, you're Nick Jonas!" I glanced up and Nick had a look of frustration etched on his face. "Your last CD was brilliant!" she chimed, scrambling now for the right papers. Anything to make the celebrity happy, I guess. Once she had all the right forms and sheets, Miley snatched them out of her hand just as Joe came through the door.

Miley and I frantically signaled him to stay away. Either he obeys, or he gets pummeled by the hormonal teenage girl. Thankfully, he spotted Nick forcing a smile at the girl as he signed numerous items with what looked to be the girl's pink permanent marker. I should have known. Joe and Miley took turns asking and answering my questions for me, considering I'm right handed and I fell on my right wrist, making me unable to write.

With the pain, it felt like forever until the papers were submitted and a doctor came in to check on me. But he eventually did. Miley, being my best friend, came in the room with me as we did tests and recounted what exactly happened. Not too long after, he took an x-ray of my arm and found out that it was broken.

I hate to say it, but I told him so.

But he was really nice about it, which makes up for everything. A needle full of morphine punctured my skin and I tried my best not to wince at the shot. I've never been good with needles. Then he showed me all the different cast colors before I finally settled on something that would stand out. Suddenly he was wrapping things around my wrist and lower arm while a nurse stood nearby and supervised. They sealed the cast, told me not to get it wet, and went over a ton of other basic rules that I already had to hear when my mom broke her ankle. What can I say? We Truscott girls are hopelessly uncoordinated.

Like a little five year old, I asked for a sucker when he was done, and he even gave me a complimentary sticker for being so good. Does he know I'm eighteen? Whatever. I still loved it. When everything was done, he told me to be more careful and I walked out of the room, down a series of hallways, and through multiple doors before arriving at the waiting room, where Nick and Joe pounced on me the second I entered the room.

We signed a few more papers and junk before Joe brought the car around for us. Joe and Nick asked me questions about what happened, and why I chose a bright orange cast. "Hey, if you're gonna break a bone, you might as well let it heal in style," I told them, shrugging.

It was late when we pulled up at Grandpa's house, and I sighed when I saw the kitchen light was still shining through the window. Of course he would stay awake to see if I'm alright. Nick heard my sigh and turned to me.

"We called him and told him everything was fine, but he refused to go to bed. He said he felt guilty that he asked you to take care of the horses and this happened, even though I explained many times that you challenged me to a race and the horse just spazzed out."

"Sounds like him," I half-heartedly smiled. I was tired and, at his age, he probably was, too. I climbed out of the car and walked inside, laughing at my snoozing grandfather. I watched him for a while and everyone thought it was sweet that he tried to wait up for me. "Grandpa," I said softly, nudging him a little.

"What? Oh, I'm up! I'm up!" I stifled a giggle at his reaction, as did my friends. When his eyes finally rested on me, he smiled. "Lilly Pad, are you alright?" He asked with concern written all across his face.

I raised my wrist just high enough for him to see, and he gasped, lightly grabbing the bright cast to examine it closely. "I'm a bit bruised and broken, but I'll be fine. I am fine. I promise. So don't go beating yourself up about what happened. You can't help it that a little field mouse ran in front of my horse and made her freak out." He still looked skeptical. "Grandpa, I swear I'm okay. I don't even feel anything anymore."

He smiled at me. "I knew you could handle it. You've always been a little trooper. Like that time you were running around in your diaper and ran into the corner of the wall. You had to get seven stitches!"

I blushed. And that, my friends, is why should never let your crush stand around long enough to hear all the embarrassing stories from when you were little. "Come on Grandpa," I said, still resembling a tomato. "I think it's about time you went to bed." I lifted the weary man up, with the help of Nick. Wow. It takes skill to honestly be helpful and suck up to a girl's family at the same time. That's true talent right there.

Once we got him in bed and turned out the lights, we all went our separate ways to go to bed, only meeting up in the bathroom to brush our teeth or wash our faces. My thoughts raced through the day, pausing on how great of a friend Miley is, how unimaginably perfect Nick and I go together, and how cute the doctor was that gave me that shot of morphine. Which led me to what I thought of Joe. I mean, of course he's one of my best friends. He's like Oliver. I think of him as a brother. He'll groan and complain when I talk about girl things with him, but he's always there for me when I need him. And I know all of that. But does he?

Ironically, he walked in to my room about a half hour after everyone else had fallen asleep. "Couldn't sleep," he told me. "I peeked in everyone else's rooms before I saw your light on. After a day like today, I would have thought you'd be in somewhat of a coma."

I laughed and patted the spot next to me, so he climbed in right beside me and we gazed at the glow in the dark stars in silence for a few minutes. "I love you, Joe," I said, and he looked at me. He looked like a deer caught in the head lights.

"Uh, Lilly, I hate to break it to you, but I kinda have this thing for Miley, and—"

"No, not like that, you dork," I interrupted, slightly embarrassed at how uncomfortable I'd made him. "I mean, I just wanted you to know that, even after everything that's happened in the last year, you're still like a brother to me. I know we didn't talk much while Nick and I were . . . well, you know, but thanks for always being there. Thanks for everything."

He leaned over and gave me a long hug, his arms rubbing my back like I was doing to him. "No problem, Lilly. Thank you, too. You're like the sister I never had. But you dating Nick doesn't seem like some twisted incest thing to me. I think it's great you two are finally on the right track again."

I smiled. "Thanks. But, if you don't mind, could you just tell me one thing? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want . . . but does he really want be back as bad as he says he does? I just . . . don't want to be hurt again. I really don't think he knows just how empty I was until this summer."

"Honestly, Lilly?" Joe sighed and rubbed his eyes, and I was fearful of the answer that would follow. "I never told anyone, but that day that he broke up with you? He came home and wasn't himself. He hasn't been himself since this summer. You mean the world to him, and he means what he says."

I smiled.

"And if you don't mind saying anything . . ." Joe flushed and I immediately knew where he was steering the conversation.

"She's in to you, I promise." A huge smile spread across Joe's face, and I was glad that it made him so happy. "If you really want to win her over," I continued, and Joe's ears perked up, listening attentively now, "give her flowers. She's a sucker for all of those corny, cliché things, and she loves dandelions. And, being the southern girl she is, loves a country guy. And I know you aren't country, but she has a thing for guys who can cook," I told him honestly.

"Flowers, country, food . . . I think I got it all. Wait, did you say she likes dandelions? As in, the yellow weed that pops up in everyone's yard during the summer?" He looked confused.

"Those are the ones," I say, smiling. "Miley thinks it's mean when everyone kills them just because they're weeds. She actually thinks they're really pretty." I yawned, not bothering to try and fight it off.

"Oh, sorry I'm keeping you up. I'll just go now," Joe whispered, sliding off the bed, and walking out the door. "Thanks, Lilly, You're amazing."

"Back at ya," I smiled, my head colliding with the soft pillow beneath me. Despite my broken wrist, it feels like everything is finally fixed and all the damage that was done has been put in the past for good. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep instantly.

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The next morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find a note waiting for me on my bedside table, accompanied by a small white daisy. I sat up, admired the neat penmanship on the front, and opened it, reading each sentence twice over even after I was done. Climbing out of bed, I didn't bother to grab a fistful of cereal on my way out. I just strolled out to the tire swing, realizing too late that I'd been too excited to change out of my pajamas. Eh, if he really loves me, he'll think I look great in a worn out shirt and some old basketball shorts.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, sitting on the ground and probably staining my shorts with dirt.

"Yeah, I just wanted to ask you something." If we weren't so young, I would've thought he was proposing, judging by the serious yet happily boyish look on his face. "How do I put this? I mean, I've been thinking about it for a while, but now I'm drawing a blank."

"Just spit it out," I ordered, laughing at his brief argument with himself.

"Here, uh, let me try this," he took a deep breath and I rolled my eyes. What was with this boy and the dramatics? "I'm willing to change my Facebook status if you are."

I didn't need him to say it twice for me to understand. "Of course, you dork."

I wasn't even taken off guard when he leaned down and kissed me square on the lips, in full view of my grandfather, Miley, and Joe gaping at us through the sliding glass door. We went together perfectly, like peanut butter and jelly. I guess I wanted this more than I thought. When we were done, we were both beaming from ear to ear.

We were no longer as opposite as toothpaste and orange juice. Nick is like the final puzzle piece to me, and after a year of it being gone, it felt amazing to have it back again.

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Aww. That was adorable. Funny thing is, I totally didn't even plan on that happening. It just kind of did. And I'm sorry if my medical things aren't all correct! I was four when I broke my wrist, so the details are a bit more than fuzzy to me. But anywho, please leave a review! All of you are fantastic. Seriously, you guys are the reason why I keep writing. No joke. So thanks to all of you! Please review! Ha, that rhymed.

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