As the days passed by, I got used to sleeping on the floor of my bedroom, while Beth was occupying my bed.
Soon, I began to realise that Jeff was just an ordinary guy with a job that meant a lot of people knew who he was. He changed from being the celebrity I dreamed of to my sister's boyfriend who I dreamed of. And Beth made sure I knew it. She never left his side. Whenever Jeff even thought of speaking to me, she would cleverly position herself on his arm, her eyes glinting spitefully. This meant that I didn't have a chance to talk to Jeff again until a sunny afternoon 2 weeks after he had first arrived on my sofa. Not that I wanted to talk to him. Just the thought of having to be alone with him was enough to make me blush.
I had been helping Tanya, who I still hadn't told about Jeff, practice her tennis down at the park when I had tripped. I had put my arm out to break the fall and landed with all my body's weight on my right hand. It hurt like hell but I had heroically told Tanya it was no big deal and walked home alone while she perfected her serve. The pain was so great that by the time I reached my front door I was near hysterical, tears streaming down my face.
As I tried clumsily with my left hand to put my key in the door, it was opened by Jeff who, upon seeing the state I was in, quickly brought me into the lounge. My dad was at work and Beth had gone clothes shopping with my mum so only Jeff was in the house.
"Are you ok?" he asked frantically, sitting beside me on the sofa.
The pain was too bad for me to worry about my crush and I spoke naturally, without even thinking who I was talking to.
"No.........my arm...........shit!! It hurts so much, I think I broke it!!" I said, pinning my right arm against my stomach with my left hand.
Jeff reached over and pulled my left hand away, exposing my right arm.
"Ok, now don't panic, I'll try to be gentle.....just let me see...." As he said this he gently took my right arm and supported it at the wrist with both his hands. He frowned and looked up at me.
"Its swollen a lot.....can you move it? I know it hurts but just give it a try......"
I tried to move my wrist but all I got was a sharp stabbing pain in my arm. I screamed and clutched my right arm.
"Shit!! I cried out, "It really hurts!"
Jeff ran his hand over his hair, which was tied back for a moment, as if he was thinking and then peeled off his T-shirt. He told me to keep still and tied it over my neck, forming a little sling to rest my arm in.
"This should help until we get to the hospital," he said, a reassuring smile on his face.
"H........hospital....?" I asked, gulping. I hated hospitals, all the coughing and sneezing. All the waiting. As far as I was concerned it was a place of death, and I always avoided visiting them if I could. A look of fear came to my eyes.
"Hey, relax. I don't like them either but we have to get you there soon and get that arm seen too. If I can do it, so can you!" he told me, that reasuring smile still glowing.
He lead me to his car and opened the door for me to sit in the passenger seat. I struggled into the car, with just one arm and he closed the door behind me. He jogged around the front of the car and climbed in to find me trying to work out how the hell I could get my seat belt on with only one arm.
"Here, let me help....." he said. He reached across my body and pulled the seat belt over and fastened it. "There ya go. Ok now? Or would you rather sit in the back?"
"Ummmm........I'm fine......" I decided.
"Ok then, we're ready to go," Jeff said, fastening his own seat belt and starting the car.
Soon, I began to realise that Jeff was just an ordinary guy with a job that meant a lot of people knew who he was. He changed from being the celebrity I dreamed of to my sister's boyfriend who I dreamed of. And Beth made sure I knew it. She never left his side. Whenever Jeff even thought of speaking to me, she would cleverly position herself on his arm, her eyes glinting spitefully. This meant that I didn't have a chance to talk to Jeff again until a sunny afternoon 2 weeks after he had first arrived on my sofa. Not that I wanted to talk to him. Just the thought of having to be alone with him was enough to make me blush.
I had been helping Tanya, who I still hadn't told about Jeff, practice her tennis down at the park when I had tripped. I had put my arm out to break the fall and landed with all my body's weight on my right hand. It hurt like hell but I had heroically told Tanya it was no big deal and walked home alone while she perfected her serve. The pain was so great that by the time I reached my front door I was near hysterical, tears streaming down my face.
As I tried clumsily with my left hand to put my key in the door, it was opened by Jeff who, upon seeing the state I was in, quickly brought me into the lounge. My dad was at work and Beth had gone clothes shopping with my mum so only Jeff was in the house.
"Are you ok?" he asked frantically, sitting beside me on the sofa.
The pain was too bad for me to worry about my crush and I spoke naturally, without even thinking who I was talking to.
"No.........my arm...........shit!! It hurts so much, I think I broke it!!" I said, pinning my right arm against my stomach with my left hand.
Jeff reached over and pulled my left hand away, exposing my right arm.
"Ok, now don't panic, I'll try to be gentle.....just let me see...." As he said this he gently took my right arm and supported it at the wrist with both his hands. He frowned and looked up at me.
"Its swollen a lot.....can you move it? I know it hurts but just give it a try......"
I tried to move my wrist but all I got was a sharp stabbing pain in my arm. I screamed and clutched my right arm.
"Shit!! I cried out, "It really hurts!"
Jeff ran his hand over his hair, which was tied back for a moment, as if he was thinking and then peeled off his T-shirt. He told me to keep still and tied it over my neck, forming a little sling to rest my arm in.
"This should help until we get to the hospital," he said, a reassuring smile on his face.
"H........hospital....?" I asked, gulping. I hated hospitals, all the coughing and sneezing. All the waiting. As far as I was concerned it was a place of death, and I always avoided visiting them if I could. A look of fear came to my eyes.
"Hey, relax. I don't like them either but we have to get you there soon and get that arm seen too. If I can do it, so can you!" he told me, that reasuring smile still glowing.
He lead me to his car and opened the door for me to sit in the passenger seat. I struggled into the car, with just one arm and he closed the door behind me. He jogged around the front of the car and climbed in to find me trying to work out how the hell I could get my seat belt on with only one arm.
"Here, let me help....." he said. He reached across my body and pulled the seat belt over and fastened it. "There ya go. Ok now? Or would you rather sit in the back?"
"Ummmm........I'm fine......" I decided.
"Ok then, we're ready to go," Jeff said, fastening his own seat belt and starting the car.