You. Me. Love???

YML chapter 8!

"Yeah Linds, lets go," I offered a small smile. She breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled back. She pushed me out of my parents' office and to the built-in elevator by the coat closet. We rode up the modest shaft in silence and got out, still not speaking.  

Rolling me to my room, Lindsey sighed. I didn't say anything. When she did it again, I opened my mouth to question her but quickly shut it. Once again but this time much more dramatic, she sighed.  

"Lindsey, what's up?" Finally, I submitted to her.  

"Oh nothing, just thinking about things," she replied innocently.  

"What type of things?" I countered.  

"Things like certain people's relationships," Lindsey's nonchalant sauve approach was not in working.  

"You can't be talking about me because I'm not in a realtionship," I grunted as I heaved myself onto my head with Lindsey's help.  

"Not a relationship relationship but a normal relationship between two people," she explained while elevating my foot with a large pillow.  

"Who's relationship?" Okay so that wasn't necessary to ask but might as well.  

"Let's cut to the chase here," Lindsey gave me a stern look, that in its self was a clear sign to back off an shut up. "You're never going to get Layla by being submissive. Look at you, waiting for her while she's doing God knows what with another guy. Man up and grow a pair! You're never going to get her by acting like a complete idiot!" she shouted at me. "That nervousness will go away with more contact with Layla," I cut in then to intervene. "Doesn't living under the same roof provide enough contact with Layla?" Linds pursed her lips at me.  

"Put yourself out there to get your girl," she sighed and gave me a wary look. "My sister deserves a good guy Noah. Be that for her." 

Lindsey kissed my forehead and gave me a hug that I couldn't properly return for two reasons. One, I had a broken arm. Two, I was sitting up in bed. "Thank you Linds," that wasn't just for the words of wisdom but for also helping me out. Lindsey nodded and walked out of my room, leaving me all alone...yet again.  

As time went by I couldn't help but think about how smart and wise Lindsey truly was. Did I really get Dr. Phil'd by an eigth grader? No offense to eigth graders, I mean, some of them are smarter than me. Times like these remind me why I usually do to her for advice instead of Jackson or even Darren.  

Lindsey was right she-wait! She should have gone to sleep a long time ago. It's a school night for crying out loud! I will have to talk to her about this in the morning. That girl! 

Back on topic, Linds was so right. I needed to be a man. I, Noah Scott Freeney, need to man up and tell Layla Monique Hernandez that I want to be with her and I have since I met her years ago. All I need to do is tell her how I feel. Once I do that, I'll feel better. Truthfully, she doesn't even have to like me back, I just need to tell her. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow at school. Darren will be there for support- it'll all be good.  

Tomorrow's the time I'll let it be known that I have feelings for Layla. Good, now I can go to sleep. I adjusted myself in bed and rolled ove to lie on my side. Quickly, I fell asleep, not being able to wait for the next day to come.  

Bright and early in the morning, I woke up on my own, yawning and stretching. Today's the day that I was going to do it! By the end of school, she'll know how I feel about her. I pushed myself out of bed and into my wheelchair. No, it wasn't easy at all. It required a lot of muscular strength to drag my heavy body out of bed, and the landing wasn't a soft one either. I wheeled myself to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. After those crucial 23 minutes of cleaning up. I rolled my butt to the elevator and rode it down stairs. Using one hand, I rolled out and to the kitchen where Layla and Jackson were talking. I slowed down and hid behind a wall with a bookshelf by it.  

"Shane was so different last night! He's like a completely different guy!" As a third party observer who's seen the crap she's put up with, it's freaking unimaginable to think of Shane as a better, well improved person.  

"What base did you let him hit?" Jackson sounded irritable and i don't think it was due to the time.  

My fist was clenched in anticipation.  

"Only two we stopped before three," that did it for me. She didn't regret it; I could tell by the sound of her voice. Layla was happy about it. Hell-she was proud! I was so done with this BS! I was wheeling myself into the kitchen when I was abtuptly stopped.  

"Don't do it," Lindsey advised.  

"Do what?" I growled. I didn't even know what I was going to do myself.  

"Anything. Keep calm. Don't let it go to your head and effect you," huh, easy for her to say. Lindsey pushed me into the kitchen slowly giving me time to collect my thoughts.  

"Hey Noah," Layla smiled brightly at me. A mental switch flipped and I was livid. That bitch can suck it! With narrowed eyes, I was ready to say some nasty stuff that wouldn't have anything to do with my previous nervousness that I tend to get around her. I am straight up pissed!

Theres SHANE!!!!-----> hes HAWT!!!