Three weeks. Three weeks since the crash and I was back home in my own little comfortable cacoon. The only addition to that was the every characteristic Jimmy, who mind you, keeps insisting that I 'take it easy.' I still have the cast on my leg, which means, I have to walk around with crutches. Jimmy has been a doll though, getting me all different kinds of art stuff so that I can keep up with my drawings for when I open the shop back up. I'd often find him staring at me while I drew, making me flush each time.

"Hey, Meadow." I heard him call from the other room.
"Yeeess.." I chimed, leaning my head back against the arm of the chair.
"Is Baby supposed to rubbing her butt against the carpet like this?" He asked, coming around the corner.
I arched my brow, looking up from my sketch book to see my pit bull dragging her ass against my living room carpet. "Ah, Jesus!" I cried out, throwing my hands up in the air. "She's got worms. Go get some wet food and my cigarettes." I said, adjusting myself.
He cocked his head to the side, "Think this is the time for a smoke break?"
"It's not for me, it's for her."
"She smokes?" The man was literally confused, the look on his face making me fall into a fit of giggles.
"No, the tobacco will help get rid of the worms. It's what my mother did with our dogs when I was little." I said, wiping a tear from my eye.
He nodded his head, still confused, "Oh.." I heard him mutter before turning on his heal to retrieve what I asked him to. After a few minutes, he came back with Baby's food bowl and my cigarettes, holding them out to me. I took the items and proceeded to take one of the cancer sticks out, rolling the tobacco loose until it fell from the paper and into Baby's food. I mixed everything together and set it down, which Baby was grateful for since she gobbled down the food like there was no problem to it.
"So what now?" Jimmy asked, sitting down beside me.
"We wait." I said, leaning back against the couch.

Jimmy looked over at me, smiling softly.
"do I have something on my face again?" I asked, chuckling. He shook his head, putting an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I felt safe at that moment, my head leaning into his shoulder. I barely felt it when he did it, but it didn't mean it made my stomach flutter. He put a gentle kiss on the top of my head, his fingers sliding up and down my arm. Could I just stay like this for a little while longer? No pain, no interruptions, nothing? Everything seemed to want to ruin my special moments.
Without warning, my father came barging into my house, a look of fury on his face. "Wha' tha fuck is this, then?" His thick Irish accent bellowing through my ears. I saw Jimmy visibly wince as he pulled away from me.
"Da, what are you doing here?" I asked, adjusting myself again so my leg was resting on Jimmy's lap.
"I come ta fuckin' see me daughter laid up like some fuckin' criple. When were ye gone tell me 'bout tha fuckin' accident?" He yelled, his arms hung tightly by his sides, his fist clenched till his knuckles turned white.
"Da, please. You're scaring my dog and my friend here." I said, rolling my eyes.
This pissed my dad off further, the look of agitation mixed with the white hot rage on his face, "Ye still have tha' sharp tongue on ye. I think 'm fuckin' allowed to see if me daughter is alright or fuckin' dead." He said, his tone a little softer this time.
I cleared my throat, "How did you find out anyway, Da?" I asked, looking down at my hands.
"Yer brother, Steven. Said he got a call from someone named...Jimmy." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Ah, that was me. I'm sorry, sir, but I didn't know your number, and Stevens number was on the fridge and-"
"An' yer tha one tha's been moochin' off me fuckin' daughter is tha' it?" My father interrupted.
My father had a temper on him. I was basically the only daughter he had, my sister Janice never talked to any of us anymore. Figured being a top notch lawyer was more important than family. Being part Irish meant that we kids were hard headed and stubborn, but then mix that with a Southern background. Not something you'd want to fuck around with. Where was I again?
"Da, you will not talk to him like that. Jimmy has been helping me here since the accident. He's the one that's been making the calls. It's been three weeks, and where have you been?" I said rather calmly, which seemed to unsettle both men in my prescence. "As you can clearly see, I am perfectly fucking fine. Jimmy has been at my aid at all times. So if you don't mind, kindly fucking leave before I start yelling." I said, sitting forward.
My father just stared at me like I had grown an extra eye, "fine." He said hoarsely, stepping towards me. " 'm sorry fer walkin' in here like tha'. 'll call ye later, kid." He said, kissing my forehead softly. I smiled somewhat, nodding my head as he turned around to leave. As soon as the front door clicked shut, I let out a huff of air, putting my hands to my face.
"You never said you were Irish." Jimmy piped up, looking over at me.
I chuckled, nodding my head, "Aye. I am."
"But your last name is Keyser. That's German."
"Very good Jimmy." I said, patting his head slightly. I laughed as he pushed my hand away, giving me a fake glare. "My grandfather was German, my grandmother was Irish. My grandmother taught my father the language. He's fluent in both, but he carries the Irish accent more than he does the German accent." I explained.
"I see....so why isn't your hair red?" He asked, making me roll my eyes.
"Believe it or not, but I get my hair from my mother. Not daddy dearest." I joked, sighing softly.
"Well I think that's enough history for me." He said, nodding his head as he all but lied on me, his face just barely inches from mine.
"Why must you lay on me though??" I whined, putting my forehead to his.
"Because you're comfy.." He grinned, rubbing his nose against mine.
I scrunched my nose up then, "I am not. And quit doing that. You're creeping me out." I lied. I loved being this close to him. To have his warmth engulfing me the way it did was mind numbly awesome. I wanted so bad to just kiss him right then and there. Just be done with it. I mean, he's already stuf with me, what's one kiss gonna do?
It was like he was reading my mind. At first he just looked at me, but then his lips...were on mine. It was sweet, fullfilling..warm. It was simple. The kind of kiss that was innocent, but you could tell there was a connection there. I felt my stomach flutter again, my eyes shutting slowly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was careful of my leg, adjusting himself between it and my other one, his hands resting on my sides gently. He pulled away then, "If you weren't so broken right now, I'd have my way with you." He murmured, the look of seriousness on his face.
I was so used to him joking around, but that look made me think different. I search his eyes, trying to find a hint of the joker within him, but he wasn't anywhere to be found...
"Jimmy.."
"Shh, Meadow. Let's take a nap and we'll talk later. Just let me hold you for a bit, okay?" He asked, putting a finger to my lips. I just simply nodded, smiling like a madwoman on the inside.
He rolled me to my side, slipping behind me. His arms went around me again, his face burying into the crook of my neck.
"Don't hurt me Jimmy." I whispered, closing my eyes as I got comfortable.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He whispered back.

Notes

Now I know this one sucked, but I had to post something up. At least something.