I woke up breathing heavily, not dressed, wrapped up in Brett's arms. He kissed my neck sleepily. "Hey." He said sleepily. "Hi." I said. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing, it's just... What we did... What if..." I trailed off. He looked at me. "What if I get pregnant, Brett?" I asked. His face turned pure white. He didn't know what to say. "I'm not ready to be a dad." He said. "And I'm not ready to be a mom, but... I love you and I don't want anything to happen... You're the first guy I've ever liked..." I said. He smiled a bit at me. "I promise, if anything happens from my carelessness, I won't let you go through it on your own. I'll be here the whole way." He said. I smiled a bit. I wiggled out of his arms and threw my underwear on. "Could you clip that please?" I asked, unable to clip my bra. He clipped it for me. "Thanks." I said. He smiled and pecked my lips. He threw on his boxers and he pulled me against his chest. I kissed it and he gave me a small squeeze. He kissed the top of my head. "I love you." He said into my hair. "You, too." I said. He chuckled. "I'm getting a shower." He said and walked away. "Wait, I want a kiss first..." I said, smiling shyly and looking down as I blushed. He smiled and walked back. He lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled away and let his hand slip away to take a shower. "You could aways come with me." He said. I shook my head. "Don't need one." I said. "Who said anything about needing one?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at him with a smile. "Just go." I said. As soon as he left the room, my cell rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey! Dude, get down here! Chase is gonna do the stupidest thing ever and he wants you to see it." My friend Paul said. I started towards the door while asking, "Should I bring a camera?" Then started to laugh after he said no. I stopped running. "What?" He asked. "Almost left in my underwear." I laughed. "I bet we'd all enjoy that." He said. "Don't. Just don't. I don't think my roomy would like you saying that." I said. "What? Is she lez?" He asked. "My roommate is a dude, dude. Now, make sure to have a camera when I get there. I know NONE of you can fucking use a camera." I said. We hung up and I got dressed, leaving Brett a note saying I'm at the skatepark. I grabbed my beanie and my board. When I got there, Paul handed me the camera. "SHE'S HERE DUDE!" He called up to Chase. "What is he doing exactly?" I asked, looking over to Paul while holding the camera at Chase. "He wants to go down the biggest ramp, The Bone Crusher, and stay on the whole time. We have 911 on call and we made a net to catch him." Paul explained. "Oh yay!" I said sarcastically. Chase started down the ramp. It was a BIG ramp. Not even I made it down without breaking my arm. Everyone at the park was gathered, chanting his name. Of course, when he gets to the bottom, he wipes out and we had to call 911. I watched in dismay. I thought for a moment. "Hold this." I said, handing Paul the camera, not taking my eyes off the ramp. I grabbed my board. "Blake!" Brett called. I looked over at him. He sprinted over. "What cha doin?" He asked when he was beside me. "Going down that." I said, pointing at The Bone Crusher. We named it after what happened to my arm. "That?!" He exclaimed. "You'll kill yourself!" He cried. "I already broke my arm in multiple places the first time. What's the worst that could happen! Yolo." I said. I started towards it. Brett grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and slammed his lips to mine, taking a deep breath through his nose. He pulled away slowly and hugged me. "Be careful." He said. "We call it 'The Bone Crusher' for a reason. There is no carefully with this." I said. I headed up to the top. I got to the top and took a deep breath, remembering how scary this was the first time. All of a sudden, I was flashing in and out of reality. From what happened last time, to every breath I was taking in reality. I looked down the ramp, the bottom being unclear. I felt faint. I stepped back and that's all I remember, aside from the boys calling my name. I woke up in the hospital. My leg hurt and so did my head. My leg was in a cast. Next to my bed were flowers and cards. There was even a teddy bear. I sat up and realized both my legs were broken. "Fuck." I said under my breath, titling my head back. It hurt to breathe and speak. Although, hearing my voice scared me. The door opened and I looked over. Brett came in quietly, holding something. "Oh my god, you're OK!" He said and rushed over to my side. "You've been out for a couple months." He said, kissing the back of my hand. I shrugged. He handed me the flowers. "I've been saving these for when you woke up. So, here." He said. I smiled weakly and wrapped one arm around him for a hug. He gave me a bear hug. "You do not know how much I've missed you. Everyone, aka the girls, keep saying you were gonna die no doubt." He said. He pulled away. "Well, they can shove their words up their ass." I said simply. He smiled. "So, what happened after I passed out?" I asked. "You fell the whole way down. The doctor said that you were lucky you didn't die on the spot. He said you'd be very luck to wake up." He said. "Suck it, bitches. I ain't gonna die for a long time." I said, waving my middle finger in front of me. Brett laughed and sweetly pressed his lips to mine as someone walked in. We pulled away, smiling. "Hey, baby sis." Niall said. "Nialler! Come here! I need a hug!" I said. He came over and hugged me. "You worry me to death with all the stupid things you do, you know that?! Stop doing them. I don't want anything happening to you, too." He said. "It's what I do. You know hard things are for me and I do dangerous things to help lift my spirit." I said. "One of these days, you're spirit is gonna be in the sky with mom." He snapped. Why would he say that? He knows I hate talking about mom. I thought. I let a tear escape my eye. He hugged me again. "I'm sorry. You know I don't want to lose my sister." He said. I smiled slightly. He left and Brett grabbed my hand. "One thing. If you were pregnant, there's not way it survived that fall." He said. I nodded. Then I remembered.
"Mama?" I asked. No answer. "MAMA?" I called. Still nothing. I ran out the front door to see my mother, dying. "Mama!" I cried. I ran over to her. She gave a small smile. "I'll be alright, baby. Don't worry." She said. I stared at her. "No, mama. You're dying... You won't be." I said, crying. She took my hand. "I know. There's nothing left to do... I want you to promise me something." She said. I nodded. "Promise me, if you ever have a baby girl or boy, protect them with your life, like I did. I couldn't protect this baby, but I protected you and your brothers. Please don't do your silly stunts anymore so you can life up to this promise." She said. I nodded, still crying. Moments later, she was dead, with a smile, knowing she protected her family and I cried. I went to the skatepark 3 days later. Paul and I, at 13, walked towards the largest ramp, later named The Bone Crusher. "Blake, you'll hurt yourself." He said. "I don't care. I'll be happy if I die." I said, wiping a tear away. I started towards the ramp. "I don't want to be your boyfriend or anything. I think it wouldn't be right and I know you don't like me like that, but..." He trailed off and kissed me, before running away. I stood in utter confusion, but carried on. That's the day the ramp got it's name.
I had forgotten about Paul kissing me. I never counted it as my first kiss because I didn't kiss back. Brett was my first kiss. I began to cry. Brett rubbed my arm, soothing me only a little. He looked sadly at me, full of concern and love. "Why couldn't I have just died then and there when I broke my arm? I'd be happy! I don't want to be here!" I cried. Brett slowly pulled his hand away. "Babe..." He said. "I went down that ramp wishing to die for a reason. I never liked my horrible life and I don't want to be on this planet." I said. Brett looked hurt. "Brett, I love you more than anything, but my family is broken and shattered. What purpose do I have?" I asked. "The purpose of being my girlfriend, being there for your friends, being there for your brother. I couldn't live with myself if you had just died. I'd have no one to love the way I love you. I'd blame myself for not stopping you." He said. I looked at him. I hugged him. He kissed my neck and I smiled. He repeatedly kissed my neck, making me moan. I tilted my head back and he started kissing the front of my neck, and the sides. I moaned like crazy. Brett was starting to climb on top of me. "One day, you'll pay for worrying me." He said, then kissed my neck all over again. "Brett..." I moaned. The door opened and Brett sat back. The doctor walked over. "You're very luckily to be here." He said and checked me. "Well... You'll have to be a wheel chair for a while... I can't see how long. Probably even after the casts come off you'll need it. Well go get you one and you may leave in the morning." He said and walked out. Brett started what he was doing before the doctor came in, but more passionately. "You're fucking sexy, babe." He said. I moaned at his firry touch when his hands travelled up my sides. I tangled my fingers in his perfect hair and we started to make out. One of his warms hands were on the back of my neck, the other was holding my bare hip. He lifted up the gown so he could do that. I started to get wet. He slid his hand into my undies and he rubbed my clit. I bit my lip and moaned. "Am I making you wet, baby?" He asked, his voice deepening. I nodded. He went back to making out with me. When we were interrupted by the door opening, he licked his lips. It was Paul and the boys, even Chase. I smiled at them. "Can you give us second?" I asked. They nodded and left. Brett slid his hand in my undies again, pressed his lips to mine, and started to stuck his finger in and out of me. He soon had 4 fingers in me. "How are you doing that?" I moaned. "I'm just working my magic." He said. I let out a small moan. "I'm just warming you up for when we get home. Making sure you're not so tight." He said. There came a knock. "Can we come in now?" Chase asked. Brett pulled his hand out and licked his fingers hungrily. "Yup." I said. They came running in and noticed both my legs were broken. "Oh... That couldn't have been fun." Chase said. "I was unconscious. Didn't feel a thing." I said. He nodded.
-The Next Day-
Brett wheeled me into the dorm room. I was pouting. "How can the doctor say no sex? I need you in me!" I said. Brett chuckled. "And I want to be in you, but we don't want you to end up being paralyzed from he waist down. Then you'd need this forever." He said. I sighed. "You're not fun." I said, crossing my arms and pouting like a 5 year old. "I'm not trying to be no fun, but I care about you. I don't want you to be in anymore discomfort and pain." He said. "Sit on my lap. I won't feel it and I want a kiss." I said. He chuckled and sat on my lap. He looked at my face for any signs of discomfort. He pressed his lips to mine. He sat sideways in my lap. "Great, now you'll be even taller." I said when we pull away. He laughed. There was a knock on the door. "Babe, could you get it please?" I asked. He nodded and stood up. He opened the door while I tried to figure out how to work my wheelchair. I wheeled around our pretty big room.
I opened the door and there stood some random blonde kid. "Hi." I said, eyeing him. "Hi, can I see Blake?" He asked. I let him in. "Look at me! I popped a wheelie or something!" Blake yelled, then crashed into something. "Babe... Can I have some help?" She asked. I picked up the wheelchair. "Careful." I said. She pecked my lips as I loomed over her face. She looked up at the blonde kid. "Luke!" She said and rolled over to him. He bent down and hugged her. "I heard what happened. Stop doing that. I worry about my best friend." He said. I stood and watched. "But it's fun! Well... When you're not unconscious and falling..." She said. He laughed and they talked for a bit. "Oh, Luke. This is Brett. My roommate and boyfriend." She said, smiling at me. I smiled back and she motioned for me to sit on her lap. I chuckled and sat on her lap. She pecked my lips and Luke smiled. I shook his hand and soon he left. "Love you, baby." I said. She smiled. "Love you, too, babe." She said.
Brett sat in my lap as we headed to our first class. We went through the door. "I'm back!" I said. Everyone who was in the class looked and watched as I rolled over to our desk.
I sat on my bed, no wheelchair of course. I looked helplessly as Brett. "Babe... I need some help. I can't pants." (Yes, I meant to say I can't pants) I said. He chuckled and helped me change my pants. "Need anything else?" He asked. "You inside me and my shirt." I said. He chuckled. I'll help you with your shirt even though you don't need it, and you know we can't." He said. "I know." I said. He 'helped' me with my shirt. "As soon as you are out of that chair, I will fuck you so hard everywhere we go! In the bedroom, the car, the shower, etc. I will make your life perfect. But you're still gonna pay for scaring me." He said. I giggled. He gently picked me up. He put me in my wheelchair for a moment. He pulled back the blankets and put me to bed. "Sleep well, baby." He said, pressing his lips to mine. He pulled away and headed to his bed. "Need anything and just wake me." He said. I nodded and he turned off the lamp between our beds.
-The Next Morning-
I woke up to a knock on the door. I slid down into my wheelchair and rolled over. I opened the door and there stood some random girl. "Hi! I heard what happened to you and I was wondering if you were OK." She said. "Perfectly fine." I said. I started to close the door. "It's 5 in the morning, come back when my brain isn't yell at me to throw something at you." I said and closed the door. I went back to bed and fell asleep easily. "What the hell! Get off of me! I have a girlfriend!" Brett yelled. My eyes shot open. "Whore! Get off of me! Now!" He growled. The girl from last night was straddling Brett. I reached over and grabbed her by the hair. "What are you doing to my boyfriend?" I hissed. "You're boyfriend! Ha! I've known him longer and I saw him first." She said. "Just cuz you saw him, doesn't mean he's yours, dumbass." I snapped. I pulled her hair hard. She screamed. "You don't mess with my boyfriend when I'm around, sister. Now go fuck someone else. Maybe someone your own age. I think I know where a 50 year old man lives!" I said. I grabbed my wheelchair and dragged her out by her hair. I threw her out and slammed the door, locking it. I rolled over to Brett and got on his bed. "Only I can do that to you." I hissed. I slammed my lips to his. I pulled away. "You're SO hot when you're mad." He said. "Then I must be smoking." I growled. I pulled his shirt off and kissed his chest. "Baby, what are you doing?" He asked. "Making sure people know you're mine." I growled and pulled off my shirt. He started to smile, but frowned. "What about what the doctor said?" He asked. "Fuck what the doctor said, I need you." I hissed and got on top of him. I pulled down his jeans and he helped me with my pants. I started grinding his cock. I groaned. I moved faster and went harder. He moaned and tossed his head back. "S... Slow down, baby." He said. That only made me move faster. He grunted. I pulled down his boxers and licked his tip. He moaned. I put it in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and sucked on it. "You're so hot." He moaned. He came in 3 warm squirts. I swallowed it all and took him out of my mouth. I pulled off my bra and slipped down my undies. I lowered myself onto him and he went into me. I moved in circles. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, using that to steer me. He flipped us over and he thrust into me hard and fast. We both moaned and as soon as we both came, he stopped. "That was long over due and very much needed." He said. "Yup." I said. "I like it when you're jealous. It's hot and you're amazing." He said, wrapping his arms around us. "Fuck... We forgot protection again." I muttered. "Doctor said you won't be able to get pregnant for another year. They gave you some sort of shot." He said. "Then we'll be fine to forget." I said.