Chapter 10: Crutches
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A/N: I think I may have to change it to only one person wins. Because only two people are participating. Great lists though. Ill start choosing after this chapter. So you still have a chance to enter.
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Shane gave the crutches another one of his pissy looks.
He was stuck on those damn things.
For the next.
Six weeks.
He sighed pissed and grabbed them.
He didnt care what other people said.
They were NOT the most fun thing you could do.
They hurt.
They were difficult to use.
They hurt.
He fell down 5 times already using them.
And finally they hurt.
He shoved them under his arms and started moving them back and forth.
He was doing good.
Until he fell again.
Make that 6 times.
He smirked and grumbled another incoherent curse at them.
These things were good for nothing.
He smirked even more as he saw Nate and Jason roaming around probably looking for him.
He wanted to throw a rock at them and scream. "Im over here idiots!"
But he didnt.
Because he couldnt.
No matter how much he wanted to.
And that was just another thing to add onto the list of the worst six weeks of his life.
On top of practically everything else.
Like the crutches.
Camp.
Trying to figure out a way to tell the paparazzi his foot was a accident.
Not a self inflicted injury.
Not that hard right?
Wrong.
And to start out the worst weeks of his life.
He has to go to some stupid camp jam thing.
He gets to listen to a bunch of pitchy little girls sing.
And then there was Tess.
The stupid wanna be.
He has to sit through another one of her painfully horrible and long flashy performaces.
Yet again.
And even worse.
Ryans not performing.
Its not the fact he wants her to perform.
She is just so....
CLINGY.
She was like a magnet to him.
And he didnt like it.
And she was even worse now.
Apparently she didnt trust him alone any more.
Which is completely ridiculous.
She should be able to trust him alone.
What is he going to do?
Break his other foot?
He would have to be pretty stupid to do that.
He actually wanted her to perform.
Just to get a few minutes away from her.
He didnt even care about hearing her voice any more.
In fact he wish he never even heard her voice.
Thats when his life seemed to go down hill.
So he sighed and yelled at them just for the heck of it.
Except without throwing the rock.
And not calling them idiots.
"Hey amature hour is next week!"
He smiled a bit as he saw that got their attention.
Nate smirked.
"Well since when can cripples teach a dance class!"
Shane responded gripping one hand on a crutch and cupping his hand around his mouth screaming.
"Well at least the cripple can dance!"
Nate shook his head and walked over to Shane.
Which made Shane jealous.
Shane wanted to be able to walk with out these stupid crutches.
Nate sighed and looked at him.
"You still have to tell us the tale of how you became a cripple."
Shane smirked a little.
"Maybe I wont. Keep the mysterious feeling that the girls just love."
Shane still hadnt told Nate about Ryan.
Because to be honest.
He didnt want another friend to magically disappear like Mitchie had.
He was thinking about that name again.
The name that belonged to the beautiful brown eyed girl.
He mentally beat himself up.
Those thoughts were off limits.
Nate responded helping Shane from thinking about her.
"Yes we all know Shane. Girls just love you. Your the one that gets all the marriage proposals. While us two over here only get asked out. Yes we know that already Shane."
Shane smiled.
"Just feel the need to remind you sometimes."
Nate started muttering under his breath.
"Send him to work for his uncle, they say. See if a family member can knock some sense into him, they say. How come they didnt mention anything about cockyness."
Shane frowned a bit.
"I heard that!"
"GOOD! You need to be straightened out with a lot more then your attitude. But my vote apparently doesnt count."
"Yeah yeah. Dont you have a reason to be here other than yelling at the cripple?"
"Yeah."
"Well than spill it."
"No. I think I will keep you wondering. You know start that mysterious feeling that the girls just looove."
Shane smirked.
"You just love mocking me."
"Yes. Yes I do."
Nate smiled as he said that.
Shane stuck his toungue out at Nate.
Nate sighed. "Shane when are you going to grow up a little?"
Shane nodded his head at Jason. "When he does."
Shane smiled victoriously knowing he had finally won.
Nate sighed sadly and shook his head.
"Okay Nate so why are you guys seriously here."
"We told you we were coming. Remember?"
Shane went through his mind trying to remember something that hadnt been a part of the last week.
"Uh.... No?"
"Shane your just...."
Shane smiled.
"Incredible? Wondrous? Amazing? Spectacular?"
Nate stared at him.
"No I was going to say. Incredible. But not in the way you think. I was also going to use unbelievable."
"Evil little nose picker."
Nate glared at him.
"Havent you been told not to believe what pictures tell you!"
Shane smiled again.
"Nose picker."
Nate glared at him again.
"I was not picking my nose!"
"Whatever you say nose picker."
"I do not pick my nose!"
Shane laughed.
"Nose picker!"
"I am not a nose picker!"
"Not a nose picker!"
"I am a nose picker!"
Shane laughed evilly as he started walking away on his crutches.
"Okay then your a nose picker. See you later Nate the nose picker."
Nate sighed.
"Unbelievable."