Secrets in the Healing

“Jealous again?” I said, poking him in the stomach.
“Yes.” He said, poking my cheek.
“Do you think that you’re the only one that’s getting jealous?” I asked, slightly blushing.
He looked at me, with disbelief.
“I was jealous of those girls that got to talk to you, and whoever went to a concert when I couldn’t, and a lot more.” I said, blushing more. “You’re only jealous of 2 guys, and one is gay.”
“You were seriously jealous of like, every single girl in the world?” He said, looking at me.
“Yeah. 2 guys, 1 being gay, against a whole world of girls. Who do you think is more jealous?” I asked, still looking at him.
“Me.” He said, sticking out his tongue.
“Can I please go to where they are?” I asked, practically begging.
“Fine.” He said, picking me up, putting me in my wheelchair.
“Yay!” I squeaked.
“Which reminds me.” He said, smirking. “I heard you squeak at the one concert.”
I felt my face getting hot.
“Erm…” I said, placing my hands on the wheels.
“I’m taking you there. Take your hands off the wheels.” Tommy said, grabbing the handles.
“Alright.” I said, moving my hands onto my lap. “Oh!”
“What?” He said, about to walk out the door.
“I want my sunglasses.” I said, smiling.
“Where are they?” He said, letting go of the handles.
“Up in my room. I can get them.” I said, remembering all my posters in my room.
“I’ll get it.” He said, already halfway up the stairs.
When he came back down, he was smirking.
“Damn.” I mumbled.
He was about to say something when my iPod rang again.
“Yeah?” I said, as I saw Adams face pop up.
“Are you coming or not?” I heard Bill say.
“I’m coming.” I said, putting my sunglasses on.
I looked at my watch, and it was 6am.
“Tommy, Adam, you have a concert soon.” I said, still looking at my watch.
“Is she your manager?” Bill said.
“No, just…” I said.
What was I? A fan? I don’t even know anymore.
“She’s my crush.” Tommy said.
“Shit.” I mumbled, feeling my face get hot.
I could hear him chuckle behind me, which I guess he was smirking.
“We’ll be there soon.” I said, hanging up, putting my iPod in my pocket.