Author's Note: Hey everyone. I am so sorry I kept you all waiting for the next chapter. I didn't like how I had originally wrote this chapter so I had to rewrite it. I really hope you like this newer version. You finally get to see some depth in Jimmy. Also I can't go on without saying a huge THANK YOU to everyone who left a review: (girl-wiccan, Spuffy-Spike-91, Scribbled, justawritier &liz-antoinette.) You have no idea how your reviews make me feel. Also this is the third to last chapter. I have the ending in my mind; all I need to do is write it out. But enough of that... hope you love this chapter and remember. Leave me a review! And one more note: Please check out my other story "You're Beautiful". It's a Crellie. Ok now on to the story!
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Chapter 6/8
Ever since that night, I've been on cloud night. I feel so happy, so alive, so in love. It's a weird feeling that no words can describe. It just makes me keep smiling and smiling. But all good things had to come to in end. I knew it wouldn't last forever. I'm just like that. I always feel something will make me little perfect world come crumbling down and what do you know. I was right. You want to change that about me, but you can't. It is who I am, and unfortunately as much as I hate that trait, I'll always have it. But it will always be true; everything that is perfect will come down in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds.
His parents. Since when have they cared? Honestly, can someone please tell me? He doesn't even have an answer for me. He doesn't know when they started caring. He's taken back by it, but not as much as me. They want to meet me. They want to see who Jimmy occupies his time with. Want to know who this mystery girl is. And I can't say no. So I go. He tells me to act myself, but how can I do that, when my whole live I've been nothing but myself and every time I get rejected. How can I not feel nervous?
I'm here and immediately I can tell that I'm not who they expected it to be. They thought they were going to meet her, but instead they got meThe look in their eyes is unforgettable. It has the same burning sensation she had when she found out. It is filled with disgust. I grin and bare with it, for Jimmy I keep telling myself. To bad I didn't get to spend time with him at all. The whole night went off without incident. No one talked to me; no one paid attention to me. Not even Jimmy. Why? Because it parents and family members kept him busy, kept him away from me.
I'm sitting in the living room. Quietly. Waiting for Jimmy to walk me home. When I hear it. Him. His parents. Yelling. They're fighting, fighting about me. You can hear the disapproval in their voices. They've heard stories about m and what I've done and how my family is. They don't like me. He yells back, bringing up everything they've missed before the shooting. They work on eggshells around him. They began to care to late in his life and he hates that. Hates them for doing that. He's sick of them. He tells them that he loves me and without a word from them, he wheels out of the kitchen, looks at me and heads towards the door and I follow. I know were we're heading. We're heading to our spot, nothing but silence between us.
We stop and he looks hard up into the sky. I watch, observing him, not knowing what he is going to do or say. I say nothing.
"I can't believe them." He finally says breaking the silence. "They want me to be happy, when I already am. They want they best for me, but I have the best." He sighs, sadness in his voice. "I keep giving and giving them what they've always wanted and I just never seems enough. I give up. I can't do anything, I won't be anything in life." He has tears in his eyes. He's about to crack.
"Don't say that." I tell him as I kneel in fort of him, tilting his face down to my level. "You are something. You are one-of-a-kind. You're funny, sincere, caring and every good characteristic out there plus ten" I look up into his eyes.
"That's not enough." He rolls back, breaking our connection. "What am I suppose to be. I'm in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I can't do anything without anyone else's help. I'll forever be known as the guy who got shot, the guy who nearly died, and the guy who was bound to be something big and due to a freak accident, ends up in a wheelchair and become absolutely nothing. Your better off with someone who you'll have a good life with because with me it will just be one battle after another. I'm screwed for life and that's it. I'll be Jimmy Brooks, guy in wheelchair for the rest of my life. " He's yelling now, letting everything he has hidden out and onto the surface.
I walk over to him and sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around him and hold him. "But you'll have me. I'm never leaving you. Never. I love you, love you more then anything. You'll always have me" I kiss his head.
For the first time in his life he is crying. He has cracked. And I'm the one there to pick up the pieces just like he's been there to pick up my broken pieces. For the first time he has let someone in and that someone is me.