Well. I’m not… the typical girl. I’m, differently abled. Three years ago, I met the Jonas brothers. They’re officially my best friends, considering that they didn’t desert me, after the… accident. You see, I was in a car accident a year after I met the Jonas boys. I was crippled for the upper thigh down. Surprisingly, the boys never deserted me, and it seemed like they never had to go on tour again.
Now, let me tell you about the characters.
SHAY – Which is me. I met the JB 3 years ago, I was crippled 2 years ago and I started dating Nick Jonas 1 ½ years ago. He’s really sweet, I couldn’t believe they never deserted me.
NICK – He’s been in love with Shay ever since he met her 3 years ago. When she was in the hospital, he didn’t stop crying until she came out of the hospital, but she doesn’t know that. He doesn’t like Tara because she is always pushing Shay out of the way and then flirts with him because of her fame.
TARA – In love with Nick because he’s hot and because of his fame. She would do ANYTHING to get Nick away from Shay.
STORY ~
“Hey Sweets.” Nick says coming behind me to push my chair.
“Thanks” I say gratefully “my arms were getting tired.”
“So, are we doing anything today?”
“I can’t. I have P.T (Physical Therapy)” I groan
“Aw. That’s too bad. But I will drive you there and pick you up.”
“You’re not staying?” I questioned.
“Naw. I can’t I have something to do.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Nope!” he grinned “it’s a surprise.”
“For little old me?”
“Yep. And I promise it’s not stickers, like Joe gave you.”
“But those were sooo cute! See! Frankie and Joe helped me put them on the back of my chair.” I wheeled forward from his grip and spun around and modeled them for him. He chuckled. God, I love his chuckle. It’s so… cute.
Nick leaned down, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, elbows on the handles and pushed me down the hall.
“So, when am I going to see this wonderful surprise?”
“Soon, cupcake. When it’s done.” I love it when he calls me that. It makes me feel so… special. Not in the retarded way Tara always make me feel like, but… a really good way.
“So, you’re making it?”
“Yeah. Since I know you like things that are homemade instead of ‘some random crap you picked up at a stupid store’” he said putting quotations around my statements.
“You know me so well! I feel special.”
“I should. I’ve known you for almost 3 years. When you almost died from that drunk driver, and then I was diagnosed with diabetes, we learned soo much about each other those two times we were in the hospital.”
“Yeah.” I leaned back, relaxing, reminiscing of those times.
“Hey!”
“Oh, hey Joe!” I sat back up seeing an excited Joe.
“You okay Shay?” he said, looking at my face carefully.
“Yeah, just a little tired I guess.” I replied as Nick lifted me into the car, while Joe folded up my chair and slipped it into the trunk.
“Then, you shouldn’t go to P.T.” Nick said, his eyes flooding with worry and concern.
“I don’t care. I’m going. If I ever want to walk again, even with crutches I’m going. I hate this fucking chair!” I exclaim getting worked up.
“Shhh.” Nick cooed. “You’re going to tire yourself out. Save your energy for P.T” he said with a warm smile.
“Fine, my baby knows best.” I tease knowing he would get frustrated.
“grr,” he said playfully. “I’m only 9 days younger.” (I was born on September 7th) “Now, take a nap, before P.T.”
“Okay. Love you.” I lean over the armchair and give Nick a kiss. When I pull away, I could tell by his eyes that he wanted more. I smirked, and leaned my head on Nick’s strong, broad shoulder. I slipped into a soundless sleep.
“Sweetie. Wake up. We’re here.” Nick said, while gently placing me into my unfolded chair. He was going to push me across the parking lot, but I didn’t let him. I wheeled myself.
I turn around to see him shocked. “Sorry baby. I have to be a little more independent.” I said with a smile.
“Okay hun.” We walked (or I wheeled) across the parking lot, me sandwiched in between Joe and Nick.
“You know. I keep thinking about you guys never deserting me, or even leaving me. What about tours?” I wonder out loud.
“Well, we told the world about you and your… accident, and we asked them if they were okay with us stopping tours for a few years, until you get better, or learn to walk.” Joe answered.
“What about albums and everything?”
“Well, we still make music and release albums, just not perform them live.” Nick explained.
“Aw! You guys didn’t have to just for me!”
“Well, we wanted to.” Nick smiled, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.
“Oh, and we thought maybe, all of our fans could meet you? We can make a youtube video tonight?” Joe said with pleading eyes.
“Yeah. Okay. After P.T.” I said with a toothy smile.
We reach the sliding doors and the air conditioning floods over me.
“Good afternoon Shay.” Terri, the receptionist greets me.
“Afternoon Terri.”
“Mike’s in there, so you can go ahead Shay. Nick, are you staying?”
“Ah, no Terri. I have to run some errands.”
“Okay then.”
Nick wheels to the door of the locker room.
“bye sweetie. I’ll pick you up at 5.”
“bye baby.” I kiss Nick, “bye Joey Baloney.” I blow him a kiss. Joe pretends to catch it and winks.
“Bye Shay. Love you.”
“Love you too Nick.” After they leave, I wheel myself into the locker room. I direct myself to my locker, that Joe decorated with stickers too. I twirl my combination and pull out my sticker decorated crutches. I park my wheelchair besides the locker room door and use my crutches to pull myself up.
It sort of a rule of the center. If you’re progressing in walking, you have to walk to the center yourself. But the gym wasn’t that far away from the locker room so I didn’t mind.
“Hey Shay!” Mike, my P.T. instructor greeted me.
“What’s up Mike?”
“Where did you park?” he eyed me.
“Right out side the locker room…”
“Good girl. Now, three laps.” I grit my teeth and stumble around the gym 5 times. “I said three Shay.”
“I know. But I need to do more if I want to walk ever again.”
“You’re like… the most determined patient I have?”
“Yeah…”
“Why? Why are you so determined?”
“Because I miss playing volleyball. I miss running around, and diving around to get the ball.”
“Not even walking?”
“No. Playing volleyball. Now, if I can never walk again, I don’t know who or what I will be.”
“No wonder Nick loves you so much. You’re determined. You know what you want.”
“Thanks.” Before he could say another word, I start stumbling again. I keep stumbling until 5 o’clock.
At 5 o’clock, I trip out, and see Joe.
“Sorry Shay, Nick said he had to finish something…?” he said wheeling out my chair and putting my crutches back into my locker.
“Oh, okay. That’s fine.” when he came out growing excited because my surprise was almost finished.
When we get home, Joe puts me back into my stupid chair and wheels me onto the walkway. Then he goes around back to find Kevin or Nick to lift me into the house. But, I couldn’t wait anymore, so I grit my teeth, and pushed myself up off the chair and onto the ground. My legs feel like they’re on fire, but I ignored it and take my first step without crutches. I cry out in pain. But I took another step again and again until I opened the door.
When I opened the door, it felt like I pissed my pants. I opened the door to see Nick and the popular bitch, Tara kiss. I cry out and I feel like collapsing, but I grabbed onto the door handle. Joe runs in.
“Oh my god! Shay you’re standi- OH MY GOD! Nick what the FUCK are you doing!?” knowing Joe rarely cursed.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD NICK! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE! I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE THE LAST PERSON TO EVER DESERT ME! TARA I CAN BELIEVE… BUT…” I couldn’t finish my rant. I spun around, rare tears flying into Joe and the door. But, my legs were numb and I collapsed. Joe picked me up bridal style and placed me into my chair. Right after his arms were retracted, I spun around, and said to him “thanks Joe. But goodbye. It was nice while it lasted. Tell Nick I never want to see his face ever again.” I gave him a small smile and wheeled down the road as fast as possible. I kept pushing and pushing until I couldn’t touch the wheels again, they were spinning so fast. I looked around, and saw that I just pushed myself up a hill.
When I couldn’t feel my arms either, I stopped and just let my chair glide while I let my heart keep breaking into a million pieces, passing everything that reminded me of the times I had with Nick. Which was just about everything. And if I didn’t pass something that reminded me of him, my mind replayed the clip of Nick and Tara sucking face on the couch, where Nick asked me out.
“Shay? Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah Nick?”
“Do you like me?” he asked with pleading eyes.
“Of course I do. We’re best friends!”
“No, I mean, in that way.”
“oh… well… yeah. I’ve liked you since I met you.” I confessed.
“Me too. So. Will you go out with me?”
“uhh, Hell yeah!” I said, thinking Nick finally asked me out
“Great! I love you Shay.” My heart almost burst when Nick said that.
“I love you too Nick.”
“Cupcake, I never want you to leave me.”
“Me neither baby.”
I sighed. “Shay. I’m sorry. Can I explain?” Nick said coming up in front of me. I wheeled backwards and did a 180, so my back was to Nick. “Okay. Don’t look at me.” I hung my head low, concentrating on my hands in my lap, my face, blotchy with tears. “Please, let me explain. Just listen. I was finishing up my surprise for you in the living room, and then Tara burst through the door and sat down really close to me. I started to schooch away from her, but I hit the arm rest. Then she confessed her love to me and I told her I was in love with someone else, you. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then she was like ‘will this change your mind?’ and she kissed me. Then you came in.”
When I heard this, more tears flowed down my cheeks. I look around to find Nick, and I see him sitting on the curb, his head in his hands. And I know from past experiences, that when he does that, he’s either deep in thought, or he’s going to cry. I think it’s the second one this time.
I turned around to wheel myself to him, but I fell out of my chair. Maybe, more like pushed. I turn around to see what made me fall, and I saw Tara, with a smirk on her face. The next this I know, she pushed my empty chair, filled with stickers, down the hill. Knowing that it would break into a million pieces when it hits the bottom. Great.
Taking a DEEP BREATH, I did what my heart told me to. I dragged myself towards him. Even though he was really only about 3 feet away from me, but to me and my tiredness, it seemed like a mile. After every push, I take a deep breath. When I reach Nick’s back, I couldn’t move anymore. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t muster up the strength to pull myself in front of Nick.
So instead, I just rested my head onto Nick’s strong back. I felt him tense up, but then relax. I rolled my right cheek onto his back, tears still flowing down my cheeks into his shirt. “Nick, I’m sorry I overreacted, without hearing your side of the story. I-I j-just” I stumbled over my words. I’ve been doing that a lot. Stumbling I mean. “I-I just…” I swallow “can’t stand thinking about you and someone else. It breaks my heart into a million pieces. I think Joe told you this already, but doctors says that I’m slipping away. That doesn’t help anything. They don’t know how much time there is left for me. Everyday, I think to myself, ‘why? Why don’t I just kill myself now?’ but then I think of you. You’re the only thing that gets me through each and everyday. I don’t want to sound needy or desperate, but…”
But I couldn’t say another word. I was exhausted. So I closed my eyes and just let my tears flow into Nick’s shirt and down his back.
Before I knew it, Nick turned around, and pulled my whole body, crippled legs and all into his lap. The hugs my head into his chest and lets me cry. I feel a raindrop falling from the sky onto my already damp cheek. But when I look up, it’s not rain, it’s Nick’s eyes, flooding over with tears like a dam breaking through, his tears falling over mine.
“Shay, I love you. I can never love someone like you. I’ll always love you more than you can know. I’ll always love you and always will.” He said with loving eyes.
“I love you too, Nick.”
“Now,” he said exhaling and long stressed breath “let me show you that surprise.”
“What or where is it?” I asked with a small smile.
“Back at my house.” He said with a smile.
“Nick,” I said, my smile disappearing, “I’m exhausted, I can’t walk the 7 blocks to your house, and my chair is smashed at the bottom of the hill, thanks to Tara.” I said, looking around for Tara. She disappeared.
“Then I’ll carry you.” He said shortly. And with that, he swooped me up into his arms bridal style. Then he carried me to his house, all 7 blocks, with no break. He walked swiftly. Surprisingly, he didn’t break a sweat.
When we got to the house, Joe was sitting outside. I patted his head with a small smile. Joe opened the door for us and walked into the living room right after us. There she was, Tara. She quickly scrambled up and let Nick place me on the couch.
“Shay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to smash your chair, or kiss Nick. It was just and impulse thing.”
“Okay.” I said with a small reassuring smile to let her know that I forgave her. She went and sat on the couch besides the one I was laying on.
Joe sat next to her. “Okay boy, now show her your masterpiece.” Joe said as Nick pulled out his guitar.
Nick started singing. (here’s the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eewWE89FLi4)
She's got a smile.
that I’d die for.
everyone knows, that I’m
a prisoner of war, for her.
yeah.
Sometimes I wish
I had a kung fu grip
Never let her slip,
away she'd be my girl.
I Really wish she knew
what I feel is true
She'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
I’m so in love
with her.
Don’t care who knows
that I’m
Ready to fight, ready to go.
Just like a G.I. Joe
Sometimes I wished.
I had a kung fu grip.
Never let her slip,
away. She'd be my girl.
I Really wish she knew
what I feel is true.
she'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
Sometimes I wish
I had a kung fu grip.
Never let her slip,
away. She'd be my girl.
Really wish she knew
what I feel is true.
she'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
She'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
She'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
She'd be my doll and
I would be her hero too.
“Nick, that was… beautiful.”
“And all of it’s true. I will never let you slip away, as long as you love me, I will love you. I don’t care what the doctor’s say, I promise.”
“Yeah! We’re here for you no matter what.” Joe chimed in, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you guys so much. Especially you Nick.” I said, with tears of joy in my eyes.
“I love you Shay, my beautiful doll.”
“I love you too, Nick, my hero.” I reached up, wrapped my tired arms around Nick and kissed him.
Well, that was my story. If you’re wondering what happened after, well Nick and I are still together. Our 5th anniversary, or it was last week. But I don’t know if I really need to keep counting years, since we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. Yep. We’re getting married, on our anniversary, Nick brought me to the park, where we had the big Tara fight, we had a candle lit picnic dinner, and he proposed. And, of course, I said Yes. Actually, it was more of a, ‘HELL YES’ but you get the point.
Now what about Joe? Joe found a girlfriend in Tara. She opened up to me about her insecurities, her dad was abusing her. I found a best friend in her too, besides the boys of course. She’s a great person, after I cracked her ‘oh my god, I’m so hot and you’re not’ attitude. Joe proposed to her in January. They got married last month in August. I was the M.O.H. but I didn’t follow her around, because I couldn’t.
Kevin? Kevin had a steady girlfriend before Nick and I even got together. Her name’s Rebecca. They got married last year, in May. Now, Becca’s pregnant with a baby girl!
How am I doing? Are you wondering how I’m going to my wedding in a wheelchair? Well, I’m not. I’m so close to walk. During Junior and Senior year, I decided to go to P.T. everyday. I regained my strength, with the help of Nick, Tara, my family and the Jonas family of course. Nick never left my side, and no one ever cheated on me with him again. If they did, they would have Joe, Kevin, Becca and Tara to go through. Then me. Nick promised me the wedding won’t happen until I learn how to walk again, and Rebecca’s baby is born. Oh by the way, Kevin and Rebecca said they wanted to name the baby after me!
