Day By Day Part II: I'll Walk

A Two-Shot by Ellipsis the Great

Summary: It's amazing just how little time it takes for your entire world to be turned upside down…eventual Seiner, Olette/Hayner, brief mention of past Larxene/Hayner.

DISCLAIMER: Kingdom Hearts and everything affiliated with it belongs to SquareEnix and Disney. All I own is the plot…

Rated: T for language 'n stuff.

…Thursday's child has far to go…

"All that BS about me psyching you out for the tournament, and you get me hit by a car. Great going, lamer." Seifer sneered from his hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Hayner, who was standing shamefacedly to one side.

"I wasn't trying to get you hit by a car! You just…ran out into the street and…I didn't mean for it to happen!" Hayner said, not sure if he was angry with Seifer for being such an ass about this, or pleading with Seifer to believe that he really hadn't meant for it to happen.

"Uhuh." Seifer said disbelievingly, mouth quirking to one side.

Without thinking, Hayner jutted his bottom lip out huffily. "Don't be such a jerk!" He whined.

Seifer made a funny noise, eyes widening a little as a light blush came to his cheeks. To cover it, he looked away from the other teen, hands fisting in the sheets. "Look, just…go back to the hotel, lamer. You can't do anything here, so you might as well go…practice, or take that girl out for dinner, or…something. You don't have to stay here."

"But I…"

"Seriously. Just go." Seifer said, his customary scowl returning to his face. "I might be out of Nationals, but you can bet your ass I'll be Struggling again in college, so you'd better fucking keep in shape so we can have a good rematch later, okay?"

Hayner nodded wordlessly.

"And if I hear that you threw your match because of this—"

"I would not throw a match!" Hayner growled, insulted by the very thought of it.

"Good. It was a clean break, so…I'll be back to kick your ass soon enough." Seifer said. "Now fuck off, chickenwuss, just the sight of you is giving me a headache."

"Oh, shut up, you asshole." Hayner said, and turned to leave, but paused in the doorway. "Hey, Seifer…"

"What is it now?" Seifer groaned.

"I'm…I really am so—"

"Don't." Seifer snapped. "It's not your fault you're straight and it's not your fault I got hurt, so just…go away."

Hayner hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded and left.

Or, at least, he left the room. It didn't feel right to leave Seifer all alone like that; so even if Seifer didn't actually know he was there, he decided to sit in the little lobby near Seifer's room and wait for the rest of Seifer's team to turn up.

"Oh, it's time to take dinner to Room 316," said a nurse at the nearby nurse's station.

"Well, he's probably hungry." Another nurse giggled. "You know how teenagers are! Especially the boys!"

The first nurse nodded, though she didn't laugh. "You know, my son mentioned a boy with the same name being in that Struggle tournament that's going on right now. I wonder if it's the same one?"

"I hope not." The other nurse said, sobering. "If he is…oh, the poor thing. He'll never be able to Struggle again, not with his legs like that. Even with surgery…I mean, even if he can Struggle again, it won't be at the same level as he probably was before."

"He's probably got something else going on even if it isn't Struggling, the poor thing. He looks like some sort of jock."

"Mmm." The other nurse started giggling again. "If only we had some older patients with a body like that!"

"Shame on you, Marie! He's a high school student!" The first nurse gasped.

Hayner tuned them out, then, a shiver going up his spine. Room 316…that was Seifer's room, wasn't it?

He stood abruptly, startling an older man sitting on the other side of the lobby, and left to return to…

And sure enough, Room 316 was Seifer's room.

Hayner stopped at the door, staring up at the number disbelievingly.

How could Seifer…not ever be able to Struggle again?

'He just said we'd have a rematch!' He thought desperately, hands fisting at his sides. 'He just said that, so…so he can't be…'

"Are you a friend of Mr. Almasy's?"

He turned, blinking at the first nurse from back at the nurse's station, who was pushing a small cart with a tray of food on it.

"You can go in if you want, dear." The nurse said, smiling kindly at him. "I'm sure he'd love a visitor."

"I-is it true that he won't Struggle anymore?" Someone croaked. It took him a moment to realize that the hurt, on-the-verge-of-tears voice was his own.

The nurse's face filled with sympathy. "I'm afraid so, dear. His legs…" She paused, pursing her lips together. "Do you want me to be completely frank with you, honey?"

"O-okay." He whispered.

"It'll be a miracle if he can walk again after this, bless his heart." She said softly. "Never mind about Struggling."

"Oh." His voice was so small that he could hardly hear it himself, and he realized suddenly that he was actually trembling. "But…but he…he…just said we would…Struggle again…and I… he can't…"

"Oh, sweetie." She put her hands on his shoulders. "Don't you worry one bit about your friend, hon. He's a strong one—I'm sure he'll walk again. And maybe…maybe one day you can have a match with him. But for now…for now, you need to be strong for him. He needs good friends to help him through this; no time for tears."

His throat had closed up so tightly that he couldn't say anything, so he just nodded instead.

"Now…I'm gonna give him his dinner." She said, releasing him. "Why don't you go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up a bit, then come see him, alright?"

He nodded again and watched her go into the room. He started toward the bathroom to do as she had suggested, but was stopped when the nurse came running back out of the room, the tray of food flying after her.

"Mr. Almasy!" She screamed, just barely dodging the tray.

"I said get the fuck out!" Seifer's enraged voice snarled from in the room. "Didn't I tell you bitches to leave me the fuck alone? I'm not hungry, dammit!"

"You have to eat!" She said. "It's bad for you—"

"So is getting hit by a car, and I survived that, didn't I? So fuck off!"

She shrieked, then snatched the tray up off of the ground and stormed down the hall, shooting a glare at Hayner as she passed as if he had had something to do with Seifer's attitude.

Frowning—both because of her and because, honestly, couldn't Seifer ever not be an asshole?—he approached the door again, peeking inside.

"Why won't you leave me—" Seifer began, but stopped when he realized it was Hayner. His jaw clenched tightly, and he turned away. He might as well not have, though, because Hayner had already gotten a good look at the shining tear trails on his face. In a tight voice, he said, "I thought you already went home, chickenwuss."

"I was waiting for your team to show up." Hayner said, entering the room and shutting the door behind himself. "And then I heard…I heard about…" His throat constricted again, keeping him from finishing the sentence.

"Just go away." Seifer murmured. "I told you I'd Struggle again, didn't I?" Then, softer, "Please, Hayner, I don't…I don't want…"

But by this point Hayner had already crossed the room, and cut Seifer off by throwing his arms around him. Both of them were quiet for a moment.

And then, with a shaky, quiet sob, Seifer began to cry.

(KNEEL,PAGEBREAK!)

…Friday's child is loving and giving…

"—Even listening to me, you silly goose?"

Hayner blinked as a hand was waved in front of his face, looking at Olette. "Oh, sh—I mean, I'm sorry, Olette. I'm just…so out of it…"

Olette giggled. "It's not a big deal; I know you have a lot going on right now." She tilted her head to one side thoughtfully. "Maybe we should have waited until after the tournament…?"

"No, no, it isn't that." Hayner said. "Just…I'm still kind of in shock about what happened to S—Almasy."

"Oh." She said, her gaze saddening. "Yes, it did come as a bit of a shock, didn't it? Have you heard anything about how bad it was? Will he be able to finish out the competition?"

'No…he won't ever be able to compete again…' Hayner thought darkly, but instead said, "No, I haven't heard anything. I heard it was pretty bad, though…I doubt he'll be competing."

"God, I'm so sorry." Olette said. "I mean…of course I'm sorry for him, too, but…I know how you were looking forward to a rematch with him."

'Change the subject, Olette, please…' "Yeah, I was."

She looked at him for a long moment, watching the disheartened way he picked at his food. "You know, Hayner, I really don't mind waiting."

"What? No, of course not." He said. "I'm sorry, Olette, I'm being a terrible date…what were you saying before?"

"Well…" And she launched back into the previous conversation as easily as if they'd never left it at all. She was obviously passionate about whatever she was talking about, but Hayner couldn't keep his mind on her—it kept wandering back to Seifer clutching to him and crying. So, to keep her appeased, he made sure his gaze stayed on her face, and nodded or shook his head whenever it seemed appropriate.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him. He had spent so long dreaming about this very moment, and when it finally happened he found himself wishing he could be somewhere else. With another man, even! It had to be…well, Hayner wasn't sure what it had to be. But it definitely had to be something.

'Maybe if I visit him I'll be able to stop thinking about it.' He thought.

"Visit who? Stop thinking about what?"

He jumped a little. "Eh?"

"You just said 'maybe if I visit him I'll be able to stop thinking about it.'" Olette said, giving him a curious look.

'Oh…shit.' He gulped. "I…I'm sorry, Olette. I didn't mean to say that."

"I shouldn't think so." She said, voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "I was talking about 'Wicked.'"

"…Right, yeah." He said, because it was the only thing he could think to say.

The corners of her mouth tilted up into an odd half-smile. "You're still thinking about Seifer, aren't you?"

He found himself blushing, for some reason. "…Yeah. I'm really sorry, Olette. I don't know what's gotten into me."

"Well…why don't you visit him, then?" She asked. "Maybe it will help you to stop thinking about it, hm?"

"Maybe…" He said and let his head drop into his hands. "This is the worst first date ever, Olette. I'm really sorry."

She laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. "It's fine, Hayner. Besides, I…think you're kinda cute when you're distracted."

He blushed, although he felt that it was more because she was making him think of his mother than anything else—and how embarrassingly awkward was that?

"I'll just…pay, then." He murmured, standing and pulling out his wallet. And that, of course, sent his thoughts back to Seifer.

"Say, Hayner…" Olette said. When he looked at her, she was looking at his waist. At the key chain hanging from the waistband of his pants, to be more precise. "Where's the charm I gave you?"

'I hid it in my suitcase because looking at it makes me think of how I—and it—ruined someone else's life.' He couldn't say that, of course. "I…there was a hole in my pants, and…jeez, some boyfriend I'm turning out to be, huh?"

She shook her head. "Oh, Hayner…it's not your fault, you know."

He turned away from her so she wouldn't see the tears that pricked at his eyes.

'Yes it is, Olette…'

(KNEEL,PAGEBREAK!)

…Saturday's child works hard for its living…

"We're going to visit Seifer in the hospital after today's match." Hayner said a few days later, on the day of the Final's match—they were up against SeeD. Somewhat unsurprisingly, the previous year's champions hadn't needed their captain to make it that far. As Seifer had said: the other teams in the tournament were rather abysmal.

"We're what?" Larxene asked, her voice deadpan.

"Visiting Seifer." Hayner said, feigning calm. "Win or lose. It's good sportsmanship."

"Fuck good sportsmanship!" Roxas said. "Seifer's an asshole! Why the heck—"

"Because I said so, Roxas!" Hayner said, slamming his fist up against a locker.

"Whoa!" Sora, who had been standing next to the locker in question, yelped. "Hayner, what's your problem?"

"No…nothing." Hayner said. "I just think we should go visit him, alright?"

"I think it's a good idea." Olette piped up. "I heard it was a pretty serious accident, so…I'm sure he'd be happy to have visitors."

"Fine." Roxas muttered. "But he didn't have to spaz out about it."

"Hayner?" Olette gave the team captain a sternly expectant but still adoring look that made him wince inwardly.

"My bad, Roxas." Hayner said, opening his locker and grabbing his vest so no one would see him roll his eyes. Then, schooling his expression into its usual pre-match look, he turned back around. "Okay, guys—let's kick some SeeD ass, shall we?"

Everyone cheered and followed him out of the locker room to the arena, where a sizeable crowd was waiting and cheered them out onto the platform. They bowed to their opponents, though it was obviously hard for both teams to do, then the majority of the teams left the stage, leaving the first contenders on the platform.

"Alright, folks! This is sure to be an exciting match today!" The commentator said over the speakers. "It's time for Midgar's National Struggle Tournament Finals to begin! And here to start us off are the Number Two Doubles Partners: Twilight Town High School's Tidus and Wakka versus last year's champion school SeeD Academy's Yuffie and Selphie!"

And so the matches began. SeeD took the Number Two Doubles match, while Twilight Town took the Number One (Roxas and Axel versus Fuu and Rai). The Number Three Singles Match was a throwaway match for SeeD, since their alternate (Vivi) had had to step in against Twilight Town's Number Three (Larxene).

"But it looks like SeeD hasn't given up, yet!" The commentator said as Cloud, SeeD's Number Two, struck the finishing blow on Sora. "Even without their infamous captain, SeeD is putting up quite a fight this year to hold onto their title as Struggle Champions! And now it's time for the final fight of the tournament: Twilight's team captain, Hayner Duncan, versus SeeD Academy's Squall Leonhart!"

"It's Leon." The brooding teen in question muttered as he climbed up onto the platform to face off against Hayner.

Hayner smirked, dropping into his stance. Then, leaving a few seconds to get the tension level up, the bell's toll cut through the air to signal the beginning of the match.

Without any pomp and circumstance, Hayner shot forward, aiming for Leon's side but getting parried easily. The two teens threw themselves into the battle, neither holding anything back.

Until, that is, right near the end of the match…when suddenly, while struggling to gain control of the fight, their faces ended up close together. Hayner's eyes moved up of their own volition, widening at the sight of the perfect mirror to Seifer's scar. He couldn't stop himself from freezing—hardly noticed his body doing it—as he looked at the scar, a vision of Seifer's face pushing to the forefront of his mind.

Whether Leon noticed the reason for the sudden pause or not, he took advantage of it and pushed forward, throwing Hayner off balance and sending him crashing to the ground. Lightning-fast, Leon gathered up all of the balls that had fallen from Hayner's vest, and a second ringing of the bell signaled the end of the match—all before Hayner had really had a chance to recover from his fall.

"And Sq—Leon Leonhart wins the match!" The commentator yelled over the screaming cheers of the fans. "Making SeeD Academy the champions for another year!"

Hayner couldn't move. He had…he had lost! He just sat where he had fallen on the mat, having stopped even attempting to get up once the bell had rung.

"…ner? Hayner!" Someone shook his arm, pulling him out of his stupor. "You okay?"

He blinked and looked up at Olette, whose gentle hand was on his shoulder.

"Y-yeah." He sputtered, shaking himself the rest of the way out of his daze and standing a little shakily. "I…I can't believe I…"

"Lost spectacularly?" Roxas screeched furiously. "Yeah, neither can we! What the fuck, dude?"

"I…shit, I'm so sorry…" He said, covering his face with a hand. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Oi! You stupid mother fuckers, this ain't the time er the place for this shit." Cid hissed around the toothpick hanging out of his mouth (he wasn't allowed to smoke in the arena). "Go shake the winners' hands!"

Roxas shot him a final 'I'm-gonna-shank-you-for-this' look, then turned and joined the line to shake hands with their opponents. Hayner forced himself to follow.

The whole team was somber and quiet as they filed back to the locker room.

"Okay, everyone…I know you're all upset about losing…" Olette began.

"Upset?" Axel interrupted angrily. "Upset's the least of it! We're fucking pissed off!" He turned on Hayner. "You fucking froze, dude! I've never seen you…I mean, what the hell were you thinking up there?"

Hayner couldn't find an answer, looking down and shaking his head instead.

"What's that supposed to mean, Hayner?" Tidus demanded. "What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Stop it, you guys." Larxene, of all people, said. "Christ, would you just look at him? For fuck's sake—he sure as hell doesn't need all of us beating him up about it when he's doing twice that to himself."

"But he—" Sora began.

"Larxene's right." Demyx said. "Just…leave Hayner alone, and let's take our showers and…and get ready to go visit Seifer."

"We aren't seriously going to—" Wakka started to say, grimacing at the thought.

"Yes, we are." Olette said firmly. She put a hand on Hayner's back and nudged him forward a little. "Just go, guys. I'll be waiting in the lobby when everyone's ready to go."

Larxene gave them a suspicious (and threatening) look for a moment, then followed after Olette to go to the girls' showers.

Everyone stared at Hayner, who couldn't meet any of their gazes.

"I…I'm so sorry…" Hayner choked out.

Roxas snorted, turning and going to the showers without another word. Silently, hesitantly, the others followed after him, although Demyx squeezed Hayner's arm as he brushed past him.

The locker room as tense and quiet all throughout their showers and while they got dressed and went out to meet up with Olette, whose smile was forcedly cheerful. Larxene looked as sullenly aloof as always.

"I bought Seifer some flowers!" Olette said brightly, handing the small bouquet to Hayner. "I figured you should give them to him, being the captain and all."

Hayner nodded, staring down at the flowers blankly, and followed behind them in a subdued manner as they walked to the hospital, which was only a few blocks away. His teammates' tension seemed to begin fading away as the adrenaline from the matches began wearing off, and they all saw just how hard Hayner was taking his loss.

Sora fell back into step with his captain. "You know…you aren't the only person who lost today, Hayner." He said lightly.

"Please don't, Sora." Hayner mumbled, not looking up from the bouquet. "Not right now."

Sora smiled sadly and nodded.

"Here it is!" Olette said, still trying to keep everyone's spirits up by acting double her normal cheerfulness. "Now we just have to find out which room—"

"316." Hayner blurted before he could think about it.

Everyone looked at him.

"I…heard someone on his team talking." He sputtered, practically burying his face in the bouquet to hide his blush.

"Riiight." Larxene said with a soft, contemptuous sniff. "Let's go, then."

They piled into the two elevators and went up to the third floor, everyone slowly but surely falling back into their normal habits except for Hayner, who stayed suspiciously quiet.

When they stepped off of the elevator, everything seemed to be in chaos.

"It's Room 316 again!" A nurse—Hayner recognized her as one of the ones from the other day—exclaimed as they walked cautiously down the hall.

"And he's been in an even fouler temper since he watched that Struggle thing!" Another nurse said. "I've never had a patient his age who put up such a fuss every time someone tried to go into his room!"

"The only time when he was awake and calm was his first night here when that other boy—" The first nurse cut herself off, catching sight of Hayner. "Oh! Oh, my dear boy, thank goodness you're back!" She said, practically skipping to his side. "Please, you have to calm Mr. Almasy down! He won't stop throwing things at the nurses and even the orderlies are having a hard time keeping him under control!"

"Uh…" Hayner said, but could say nothing more as the nurse pulled him to the room, yanked the door open, and pushed him in.

"YOU!" Seifer roared, and Hayner had to duck quickly as a vase sailed toward his head. "You stupid son of a bitch, you threw the fucking match! Asshole, I told you right to your fucking face that you'd better not throw the fucking match and you—"

"I didn't throw the match!" Hayner said, the first time he had sounded at all spirited since the match they were screaming about had ended. "I—"

"Then what the fuck do you call that?!" Seifer demanded, pointing accusingly at the TV (which was showing a commercial for cat food). Then he picked up the remote control and threw that at Hayner, too. "I fucking saw you stop fighting, you fuck-tard!"

Hayner dodged again, then was forced to use the bouquet to knock a pillow out of the way before it could smack him in the face. "I told you I didn't throw it! I froze up!"

"You what?!" Seifer asked. "You actually expect me to believe that? I've seen every match you've fought for the past year, and had a match against you myself! You never freeze up, ever! You can't think I—"

"It wasn't my fault!" Hayner yelled over Seifer's continued ranting and raving.

"Not your fault? Then whose fault—"

"Yours!" The words burst out before he could stop them. "It was your fault, because I saw that scar on his face and it made me think of you, you…you big idiot!"

It seemed, for a moment, that the entire hospital had gone quiet at his exclamation. Hayner himself clapped his hands over his mouth, flowers fluttering to the floor.

"Oh my God, y'know?" Rai, who was standing with the rest of the SeeD team to one side of the room, said, mouth hanging open.

"E-excuse me?" Seifer stuttered, eyes so wide they nearly took up his entire face.

Hayner took his hands away from his mouth—to deny what he had just said, or take it back, or explain it, or to say anything except what he actually said:

"I've been like this ever since you confessed to me last week!" He found himself blurting out, hands clutching at his hair as if to stop himself from going crazy. "Even when I was on my date with Olette all I could think about was your stupid, scarred face and how much I preferred being with you, and then we were Struggling, and his face got really close to mine, and I saw his scar, and it was almost exactly like yours, and…and…I just froze up!"

"Hayner…!" Olette gasped.

"What else am I supposed to do when just the thought of you makes my heart jump out of my chest?" Hayner said, one hand grabbing his shirt over his heart. His eyes stung with tears as he continued, voice hitching over his words. "A-and how can I help freezing up when…when it's my fault that you…you'll never get to Struggle again?"

"What's he talking about, Seifer?" Selphie asked, looking confusedly between the two captains.

"Hayner was…with me…when I got in the accident." Seifer replied carefully, though his eyes never left Hayner.

"Hayner?" Olette said again.

"We were on a date." Hayner said, lips drawn together in a thin, but determined, line. "He…he told me he…l-liked me a couple of days before, and then…the day of our match against the Sultans…I went on a date with him. I-it was only to give him closure, or whatever, but…but we were having a really good time, and then…I lost that charm you gave me, so he was helping me look for it, and he found it…in the road…and while he was getting it, a…a car…"

"Hit me." Seifer finished for him, suddenly very matter-of-fact. "I'm convinced Hayner did it to knock me out of the tournament."

"Don't even joke about that!" Hayner squawked indignantly. "I would never do something like this on purpose!"

"Then we're in agreement." Seifer sneered. "So stop fucking blaming yourself, you lamer. How many times I do I gotta say it's not your fault before it gets through that thick skull of yours?"

"Just because I didn't do it on purpose doesn't mean it wasn't my fault!" Hayner said, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"Yeah, well, I said it's not your fault, so it's not your damn fault!" Seifer retorted sharply.

"You can't just decide that!"

"I'm the one who can't walk! I'll decide whatever I fucking please!"

Hayner growled, scooping what was left of the bouquet up off the floor and throwing it at Seifer's head (although it wasn't aerodynamic enough to actually reach). "Why did I fall in love with such an idiot?!"

Seifer retaliated by throwing the alarm clock that was next to his bed at Hayner's face (sadly, his awkward positioning threw his aim off (no pun intended), so it connected with Hayner's shin). "I could ask the same question!"

"Would both of you idiots stop it?" Larxene asked, rolling her eyes. "Honestly!" She grabbed Hayner's head and pulled him over to the bed, shoving his face against Seifer's. "There! Now both of you shut the fuck up, already!"

Wide eyed and lips attached, the two captains stared at each other.

Someone behind them coughed.

Hayner reeled back with a loud gasp only for Seifer to reach out, grab his shirt, and pull him back down into another kiss.

(KNEEL,PAGEBREAK!)

…But the child that is born on the Sabbath day…

In the weeks that followed, Hayner and Seifer's relationship was surprisingly easy (Olette's only comment had been that 'if I didn't think it was so cute, I would feel insulted!' and everyone else seemed to think that if she didn't have a problem with it, they shouldn't either), while everything else was unsurprisingly hard. The surgery that Seifer needed he hadn't been able to afford—his parents' medical insurance wasn't enough to cover it, and the insurance money he should have gotten from the owner of the car had been a no-go, since said owner was an illegal immigrant and had no insurance at all.

But he had, in pure Seifer style, gotten through what he could with much aplomb (and much more cursing). Within the next year he had gotten his GED (being unable to actually attend enough school to graduate) and become proficient enough in a wheelchair to warrant his release from the hospital. His casts had been removed to be replaced by leg braces, which he hated with a passion. He wasn't afraid to express his hate, either. Naturally. And, also naturally, he had decided to attend the college Hayner had gone to, since his previous Struggle scholarships had been rescinded in the wake of his accident.

Now, it wasn't at all uncommon to see him wheeling alongside Radiant Garden University's Struggle team as they did their morning laps, yelling at them to: "Keep the fuck up, for Chrissake—I'm in a wheelchair and I'm faster than you!" If he wasn't there, or in the gym watching them practice (or just yelling at them some more as they practiced), he could be found either in class, or with Hayner.

It had been shockingly easy for Hayner to adapt to having a boyfriend in a wheelchair. He often caught himself cursing at people for leaving broken beer bottles on the sidewalk ("Someone could blow a tire, Goddammit!") and worrying (usually needlessly) over cracks and inconsistencies in the sidewalks ("Whose bright idea was it to make cobblestone ramps?!"). This had prompted him to start a project to repair said cracks, which was still in the process of getting funding and supplies. He was pleasantly surprised by how many people were willing to help, though, so—once he had everything else—finding laborers wouldn't pose a problem.

All in all, they had a pretty good life. The road to recovery was long (and filled with lots of physical therapy), but they would make it. One day, Seifer would walk again—tentative steps, with crutches and braces, but steps nonetheless.

And he even got the chance to give Hayner roses and a candlelit dinner, complete with violin.

It was worth the punch.

…Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

The End!

A/N: That rhyme still belongs to Mother Goose, not me. It's called 'Monday's Child.' Also, name title credits go to Bucky Covington's song 'I'll Walk.'

And, yeah, I actually have a very good friend who is in a wheelchair. And now I often freak out over broken bottles, cracked sidewalks, and—get this—doors that open outwards and/or with knobs. Because those bitches are hard to open when you're in a wheelchair. =3= Also, yes, my school really does have cobblestone ramps. Don't ask me why. I don't know. The only explanation I can give is that it was built in the 60's, before people cared about wheelies enough to, y'know, use their brains. Lol60'sfail.

PS – You'll never read this, but I LOVE YOU, MOLLY. Yer mah favorite wheelie evar! 8D