Homestar walked over to Pom Pom's house, knowing that if he wasn't busy, he'd find a way to cheer him up. He knocked on the other's door, and Pom Pom opened it, his eyes settling on his best friend. "Did Marzipan dump you again, hon?" He asked, running a hand through the other's hair, concerned. "The girls got me a few snack foods. If you want to eat something sweet and forget about her you can help yourself." Homestar shook his head and looked to his feet. "No...that's not it, Pom Pom...Strong Bad told me he hates me but I wanted him to think I was cool...!" Pom Pom sympathetically led him inside and onto his couch, sitting next to him. He let the other describe what had happened. "Ah, I see. Didn't you know he thought you were trying to get him to like you too fast? I wanted to become your friend because you didn't feel like you had to chase my interest. A lot of girls do that to me and they're just...boring."
Homestar took a moment to think about that, nodding in understanding. "You're smart, Pom Pom... You always know what to tell me. Thanks." He smiled weakly and sighed softly. "I get it now. I shouldn't have to treat him like I'm after him, because he'll like me more if I'm confident in myself, not if I feel so unconfident I have to use all my time trying to impress him." Pom Pom nodded in confirmation. "That's exactly right. You get it. You have a good heart, you know; even if you can be really dense you'll always have that." Homestar crossed his arms but was smiling. "Pom Pom!" His friend smirked and shrugged, resulting in Homestar playfully shoving him.
Pom Pom leaned back and sighed happily. "You seem like you're in a lot better mood. I'm glad you came to me. You want me to drive you somewhere we can get something to eat? It's not like I don't have the money to get us whatever, so I don't care if you don't have any cash on you. I like just hanging out with somebody who actually likes me instead of my cool stuff, so you're the person I like to end up spoiling, ironicly." Homestar stood up and nodded, hugging his friend tightly. "You'we the coolest~!" He purred delightedly.
They both stepped into Pom Pom's car. It was a really gorgeous machine: extremely comfortable and rode smoothly, as well as being astheticly pleasing. Homestar leaned forward, folding his arms over the dash and resting his head on them. Pom Pom drove slowly, glad that his friend was able to find himself getting some well deserved rest.
He went through a four way intersection, thinking nothing of it. The light was green, so all traffic should have been halted to his left and right. 'Should have been' became very key words as a driver barreled down the road to their left, crashing into the car. The expensive vehicle was no match, being built much more for comfort and style than should have been devoted towards protection in the event of a crash. Homestar felt that there'd been an impact for a split second, but before he could even scream everything went dark.
The steady rythem of the machine tracking his heartbeat was what the injured boy awoke to. He tried to speak as his vision cleared and memory drifted back. "Pom...Pom...?" He looked around him, seeing his worried friend sitting beside him in a chair. "Pom Pom...are you hurt?" He asked, smiling a bit just to know his friend was there and seemed alright. Pom Pom nodded in affirmation. "Are...you alright though...?" He asked Homestar.
Homestar laughed weakly. "Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm evewyone's favowite athlete~ Look at my super athletic legs~" He cooed happily, kicking his feet, looking down at himself, but he was covered in a blanket. He tried to push the blanket off of himself, but froze. "Huh...? Pom Pom, I can't feel my arms." He looked over at his friend with a nervous smile. "That's a pwoblem." Pom Pom bit his lip, looking away. Homestar slowly looked to his left and right...and let out a shrill scream.
A nurse quickly rushed into the room, having noticed that the man's heart rate had jumped. "MY ARMS!" He screeched, tears running down his cheeks. "Why!? We were just going out somewhere to eat...! I've had you dwive me evewywhere and you'd never, evew cwashed!" He sobbed, trying to wipe his tears, but wasn't used to not having the ease of using the back of his hand.
Pom Pom tried to calm down his friend, and eventually, his breathing was steady. The nurse saw that the other had sedating him taken care of, and left them alone, not wanting to do something to startle the boy further. "I'm so sorry." Pom Pom choked out through his own tears. "I wish something had happened to me instead..." Homestar shook his head, looking into his eyes. "It's bettew that it was me...you're a good friend. You have a lot going for you. I want you to have a good life. I'm already an annoying idiot, y'know? Why waste a good life when it couwd happen to me?"
Homestar turned away from Pom Pom in the bed, curling up. "At least I can still run...that's all I'm good fow like Strong Bad would think. He'd say something like that It's a good thing I lost my arms...I never did anything pwoductive with them because thewe's nothing smart going on in my head. If anything I'm more aerodynamic. Evewyone's favowite athlete, because that's all Homestar Runner's good at!" He sobbed out.
Pom Pom reached over and put a hand on his side. "Homestar, you know that isn't true-" "Pwove it! What else am I good at that I could use to make something of my stupid life!" Pom Pom stayed silent, mostly because of Homestar snapping more than not being able to think of anything. Homestar continued to sob, mentally exhausted and frustrated, tiring himself out, falling asleep.