Disability

I was surprised when DeAndre offered to help me move — he’d always been the most elusive friend in the group. Packing up boxes together, he seemed to notice my every move. When I leaned hard against my crutches, he slid closer to me without making a big deal of it. I didn’t mind that he was watching me…I liked it.

Pete and I both had a crush on Bobby. He’d always save our favorite table at the bar. The one out of the way of foot traffic, so people wouldn’t accidentally kick my wheelchair when they passed. He didn’t talk much, but was thoughtful like that. Plus…did I mention how perfect his body was?