Post by NOAH LIAM ANDERSON on Mar 13, 2010 16:00:25 GMT -5
It was a Saturday, and he didn’t have anything to do. He couldn’t go out and kick the soccer ball around in the back yard, and he certainly couldn’t go for a run. So now, as he lay in his bed, he knew that he needed to do something to get motivated today. Taking a deep breath, the young man exhaled softly and was soon sitting up in bed. Pulling the blankets back from his body, he looked down at his right knee. It looked better than it had in the past, but the limb was still swollen and awkward looking, and the scars that decorated it were never going to fade completely. IT was bothering him a little bit today, but he was glad that the pain that usually came with it was absent. Swinging his legs gingerly over the side of his bed, he looked over at the sleeping form of his border collie Boone. The dog was still sleeping, and Noah figured that he could let him be for today. Boone had had a busy day yesterday, and Noah had forced him to go to bed late because he was up doing homework. Boone never went to bed without Noah.
Letting the canine sleep, Noah finally pushed himself to his feet, trying the weight on his knee. Okay, so maybe that still wasn’t a good idea. Grimacing as his knee twinged with pain, he groaned out of frustration and then moved to reach for his crutches. Taking a hold of the familiar walking aids, he placed them rather angrily under his arms and was soon crutching across the room. It didn’t take him very long to reach the bathroom where he succeeded in showering and brushing his teeth to start the day. Going back to his room, he changed into a pair of his swimming shorts, which were just a normal black color with a white stripe down the side. He pulled a white tee shirt on over his rather toned body and was soon wrapping his black brace around his still healing limb. Making his way out of his bedroom, he left the door open so Boone could get out if he wanted and then went to the stairs. He still wasn’t good at this part in all honesty. Putting the crutches down on the ground, he lowered himself so that he was sitting on his butt and started sliding down the stairs.
His little brother was waiting to come up the stairs at that precise moment, and Noah knew something was coming. He gave Nathan a look. ”Don’t even Nathan. I’ll hit you with my crutch.” He warned, and saw Nathan trying not to laugh and make a comment. ”I would never make a comment Noah. Besides, you couldn’t catch me to hit me.” And with that, he started flying up the stairs, with Noah making a grab for his legs. He got one and sent his little brother sailing forward, and the younger Anderson put his hands out in front to soften his fall. ”That’s wasn’t very nice crip.” He spoke out, and Noah hit him on the head. That was when their mother came to break it up, and Noah finished sliding down the stairs as his brother made it to safety. Noah looked guiltily into his mother’s eyes. ”He was asking for it.” She just shook her head with a small smile and went back to making breakfast for her husband and her kids. Noah sighed slightly and righted himself, going to the front door as he went. ”I’m going to the harbor, I’ll see you guys later.”
He called out, and before they could say no, he was out the door. He could move on the crutches if he really needed to. Reaching his black jeep wrangler, he clambered in and shoved his crutches in the back seat. The top was down already, and he was ready to go. Starting it up, he pulled out of the driveway and was soon driving the fifteen minute commute to the jet-ski’s that his family owned. He could use a good ride out in the ocean, and he wasn’t limited by his knee then. The water was good for his knee, and he was honestly looking forward to this. He didn’t obey the speed limit as he raced over the roads that would lead him there, and it only took him ten minutes to get there. Parking his jeep in an open spot, he somehow managed to get out and grabbed his crutches. Using them rather skillfully, he made his way to the stairs that led down to the docks, and went down as quickly and carefully as he could. He drew the attention of the people who were trying to get up the stairs, and he apologized as he reached the bottom. Ignoring their stairs, he finally got to the docks, and was crutching along to the jet-skis. He saw them and gave a small smile of excitement. He didn’t even care that he was riding them by himself.
Reaching them, he put down his crutches and balanced on one leg as he moved to uncover the vehicles. Folding up the cover neatly, he placed it on the dock and looked at the black colored jet-ski. It was his, or so his parents made him believe. His brother had the other one, and there was one for his parents to share. He was fine with that. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed the white fabric to the side, making sure it was out of the way. Pulling the keys out of his pocket, he attached it skillfully to his wrist He wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going however, and as he moved closer to get on his jet-ski, his one foot got tangled up in the cover. And when he tried to free it, he tripped over the crutches that were supposed to help him, not hurt him. That was when he felt himself falling backwards, and he didn’t think it was going to go over very well for his knee. Landing flat on his back, he gasped for breath as the wind got knocked out of him, and his knee gave him a sharp pain. Yelling out with frustration and pain, he stayed where he was, breathing deeply to calm his racing heart and his throbbing knee. Well being crippled sucked. A lot.
TAGGED: OPEN
WORDS: 1,076
NOTES: KINDA SUCKISH =(
MUSIC : RIDING SOLO. JASON DERULO
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!