They were a packaged deal, those two. It was always Jack and Lily or Lily and Jack. They practically went everywhere and shared everything together from plans of world domination to banana pudding cups. Every business party Jack's parents made him go to, he dragged Lily along with him. Every doctors appointment Lily had, Jack went along for moral support. Lily was different from a good chunk of people. No she wasn't glamorously beautiful or amazingly talented like the main female in every other clichéd story.

In fact there was a list of things Lily wasn't. She wasn't a singer as she couldn't hold a note to save her life. She wasn't an amazing cook, only being able to cook the simplest of things in order to survive. She wasn't slim or curvy, weighing in at 163 lbs but wasn't really fat, just top heavy. She wasn't tall being 5'3'' but wasn't short either. She wasn't concerned about outer appearances opting not to wear make up or to cover up pimples. The list could go on for hours but there was one thing more important than anything else on that list. Currently Lily wasn't able to walk.

Paralysis from the waist down is difficult to deal with. Not only is it hard on its victims, it also affects the victims loved ones. However this was not entirely the case for Lily seeing as her problem was Guillain-Barre. Guillain-Barre syndrome occurs when ones immune system starts to attack itself, damages some of the nerves. It can cause: paralysis, numbness, weakness, muscle pains and other things. For Lily, she had weakness in her legs.

After being hospitalized for a few months it was decided that she could go home. On the way home the teen looked herself over in the reflection cast from the car window. Now she understood why Jack would laugh when he would visit her. Hell now she knew why everyone laughed when they saw her. Her wavy dark brown hair was all over the place, her normal light brown skin looked somewhat discolored and to top it all off, there were tic-tac-toe boards all over her face.

"Daddy?" she called to the man driving the Ford Ram.

Her father was a somewhat muscular man around 5'9". He had dark brown skin with white, dark brown, and grey hairs in his beard, mustache, goatee, and a little on the top of his head. Ben Paris was a well liked man that helped anyone he liked and was rarely a serious person. When he was able to work, Mr. Paris was an excellent construction worker but now he worked on people's cars and acted as a cab service since he suffered from medical problems of his own.

"Yeah?" the man in question called back in his deep booming voice.

"You wouldn't have been, oh I don't know, playing tic-tac-toe on my face while I was sleeping by any chance have you?" the recently handicapped teen asked sarcastically.

"Why do you think it was me?"

Lily pointed to one spot on her forehead where the words 'BENJAMIN PARIS FTW!' were written boldly in dark green Sharpie.

"Ummm…I was framed?" her father tried in vain.

The brown eyed girl dismissed her father before looking out at the houses blurring past the truck.

"Forgot to tell you, your boyfriend shoots out his house and into our yard every time I come home to get a change of clothes or something. I think he misses his boo!" the man said teasingly to his oldest daughter.

Lily blinked in confusion, "You mean Jack?"

"Scrawny kid with the red hair and the weird goggles?"

"Black trench coat and wears black eyeliner under his left eye?"

"That's the one!"

"Did he say what he wanted?"

"Nah when he saw you weren't in the truck he pouted and trudged back to his house. Kinda funny to watch." the old man chuckled.

The girl made a face, "I wonder what he wanted..."

"Don't know but look look look!"

Lily looked straight ahead and watched as Jack Spicer ran across the street with his little girly run into her yard while her and her dad laughed. Her father had been right, that was funny. The two decided to act like Lily wasn't in the truck once in the driveway so she could see the reaction Ben was talking about. Mr. Paris got out of the truck and walked out passed the saddened darkly dressed teen to get to the front door of the house. As he put his hand on the doorknob Lily's father turned to face Jack.

"Umm boy whose name escapes me!" he shouted at the crimson eyed genius.

Jack straightened up and saluted Mr. Paris. If he could be honest, he had a feeling that that man didn't like him.

"Yessir?"

"Boy get that wheelchair out the truck bed and help that cripple into this house for me. I would but my Westerns are on."

The evil genius lowered his hand as his eyes grew wide.

The truck door opened to reveal the light brown teen, "Well you heard the man, go get the wheelchair!"

Jack Spicer looked as if he was in a daze. After awile of silence Lily looked at Jack in confusion.

"Jack?"

"Lily…" he whispered softly, a silly grin plastered on his face, then practically tackled her to the floor of the Ram shouting, "WELCOME HOME!"

She let out a pained moan as her back made contact with the floor.

"...ow."

"Why didn't you tell me my dad basically tagged my face?"

After some difficultly, the two finally made it into the house and started towards Lily's new room downstairs since her old one was upstairs.

Pushing the wheelchair the redhead shrugged, "I thought you knew."

"Yeah and I just decided to leave it there."

He chuckled nervously, "Are you mad?"

"No I'm ecstatic, can't you tell?" the disabled girl growled out through a forced grin as she turned around in her wheelchair.

The black clad teen pouted as they got to her room.

"Aww I hate it when you're mad at me!"

When they made it to her new room (since the old one was up stairs), Lily took a few moments to look around to look around it. The walls were a pale blue while the doors and ceiling were white. Her twin sized bed had blue sheets and a black and grey comforter. The walls were littered with band, movie, and anime posters along with a collage of pictures of the brunette and her boyfriend. It was obvious who put them up, especially since the pictures spelt out "I HEART Redheads". In the middle of the room Lily noticed something that wasn't hers. She wheeled herself towards the center of the room to get a closer look. It was a motorized wheelchair with a seatbelt and a bunch of flashing buttons. The chair was a dirty gold like Jack's Jackbots with black seat cushions and had the words 'CAUTION: BITCH ON WHEELS' spray painted on the sides in a glittery black color.

"You made this for me?" Lily asked before turning to him with a small smile. "I love it...thanks Spicer."

He rubbed his nose in modesty, "This is nothing! Wait till you see what we're gonna do for your birthday!"

"Come here Dr. Evil." the brunette beckoned to the evil redhead.

He look down towards the floor, "…no."

"Why not?"

"You're gonna hit me!"

She rolled her dark brown eyes, "I'm not gonna hit you I need you to help me into the chair."

"Promise?" He asked getting on his knees infront of her clasping his hands together on her lap giving her the puppy dog eyes he always denies using.

She blushed a bright shade of pink. "I promise I won't hit you."

Once he helped her into the chair she wiggled around for a bit before smiling happily.

"So what do these do?" Lily asked gesturing to the many flashing buttons.

"This one fires rockets, this one turns the chair into a submarine, this one..." he went on listing what button did what and why it would come in handy.

"And you expect me to remember all of that?"

Jack smiled, "To tell you the truth, not really."

"Then why the hell you tell me for?"

The red head chuckled a bit.

"To see that look on your face, you're so cute when you have that lost expression on your face!"

She turned her head away flustered.

I won't hit him I won't hit him I promised I wouldn't but damn he just makes it so hard sometimes!

Out of the corner of her eye she saw her boyfriend take something out of his helipack. Lily turned to see him leaning towards her with a rather large syringe positioned at her left arm.

She panicked, "What the hell is that?"

"Relax it's just something to help with the chair. Just think about what you want to do and the chair'll do it...hopefully."

"You don't sound too sure about that..."

"Well there maaaay be some small side effects..."

Lily quickly snatched her arm out of his grip.

"JACK!"

"Come on nothing bads gonna happen Lily, trust me okay?"

The dark teen thought about how the last time he said that to her she ended up being blasted into the wall.

"Give it here." she all but demanded holding her hand out.

The red headed genius hugged the needle to his chest.

"Why?"

"Dude you freak out when I give myself my insulin shots and you expect me to let you give me a shot? Yeah, not gonna happen babe."

"I do not!" Jack shouted indignantly.

"You fainted when the nurse stuck the IV in my arm and don't say you didn't 'cause my sister took a pic and set it as my wallpaper!" She exclaimed showing him her phone.

The self proclaimed evil genius stuttered for a few moments before turning his head away so his girlfriend couldn't see his blushing face and handed her the syringe. After she gave herself the shot she flexed her arm a few times before handing the needle back to Jack.

"Soooooo?", the red head asked looking like a child in a candy store, "Does it work?"

The handicapped girl glanced at him before two dirty gold mechanical hands shot out from a compartment in the back of her wheelchair, bopped Jack in the back of the head, then retreated back into the chair.

"Yeah it works." Lily grinned.

Jack held the back of his head with tears filling his eyes.

"You said you wouldn't hit me! You promised!"

"Technically the chair hit you."

The pale boy pouted then promptly turned his back to her.

"Jack?"

She was answered with silence.

"Seriously Jack?"

She shook her head as she reached foward and gave a sharp tug on his trench coat causing him to fall back into her lap. When he tried to get back up she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight placing her forehead on his back. The two sat in a comfortable silence before it was broken by Jack.

"So while you were gone I figured out how we're gonna rule the world."

"I'm listening."

"Ever heard of Shen Gon Wu?"