I think you can guess what video this is based off of hehe :3 Enjoy!
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"Okay look dude, it's pretty simple. You just go down that hill, straightforward, and when something gets in your way...turn." I bit down on my lip to keep from laughing at Toms 'extremely helpful' skiing tip to Mini. The guy was having some last minute jitters about the whole thing, since he hadn't skied in years and he had no idea if he still remembered anything about it. I was experiencing some jitters too. I haven't went snow boarding in two years. I still skate every once in awhile but it's hardly the same thing. Skating is less dangerous. Skating doesn't involve snowy death covered mountains. I took a nervous shuffle back away from the dive.

"That is the best advice anybody had ever given me, thank you Thomas. And why am I the only one wearing skis on this whole mountain? Is snow boarding hip or something? Am I not hip enough to be here?" Mini nervously stabbed at the ground one one of his skis as Tom let out an annoyed groan. He was more than eager to go down the dive, while Mini and I were cowering six feet away from it.

"Dude, just go. You want me and Sparkly Dick to go first to show you how it's done?" Tom slipped his sunglasses back over his eyes and inched closer to the drop off. I don't want to go first, but then again I don't want to look like a total wimp in front of Tom. Why does he have to be so brave all the time? He's got a hurt arm and everything and he's still 100% ready to face death.

"You just started! Why are you so sure of yourself? And Jordan's just as scared as I am!" Mini pointed an accusing finger at me, and I gasped a little at the accusation.

"Who said anything about me being scared? I'm just...adjusting my go pro before we go down..." I reached up and fumbled around my helmet, but in all honesty my go pro was perfectly fine. Tom snickered, his usual wicked grin appearing on his pale lips.

"Alright then. Whoever comes down last is a scaredy-bitch!" And with those fighting words, he took off down the dive and flew out of sight. Crap. Now I have to go. I'm not about to give Tom Cassell yet another thing to tease me about, it's not going to happen. I let out a manly grunt and slid down the red goggles over my eyes, fully prepared to be if not first, second down the mountain.

Mini turned to me to say something, but I was already going down the dive with my heart going a hundred miles an hour in my chest. The breath escaped my lungs as I slid down the slope at lightening speed, right behind Toms fleeting figure. He was good, he was so good. He seemed totally immersed in the experience as he turned curve after curve, even smiling a few times when he accomplished a tricky turn. I think he spotted me from the corner of his eye, because suddenly he began attempting even more tricky curves around trees and people in the middle of the slope. Show off.

When I finally caught up next to him, I decided now was a good time to show off too. There was a jump ahead that, when we saw it earlier, he said he wouldn't be doing anytime soon. Hopefully his go pro will capture the priceless expression on his face when he sees me do the jump. Hearing Minis frantic yells behind us, I decided now was a good time to go through with it, so I separated from Tom and began down the path to the jump. It was close, just a few more feet and...

I let out a laugh as my feet flew off the snow and I was in the air, grinning like I'd just won an Oscar as I flew for a few seconds. I made sure to do a nifty little turn in the air before I landed again, letting out an excited huff when my board touched the solid ground again. I wonder if Tom saw it. I turned my head to capture his reaction and was completely startled when I saw Tom himself approach the jump with a mischievous glint behind his glasses.

I'm not sure if it was Toms scream or my scream that popped my eardrums like two balloons, but it was definitely the most spine chilling noise I'd ever heard to go along perfectly with the most sickening sight I'd ever seen in my life. Toms arm was not broken, god no that's not an even close description to what I was witnessing, it was snapped in half like two pieces of a toothpick, only being held together by skin. I furiously unlatched both feet from my board while he continued to scream in agony, the sound making every single hair on my body stand up. As soon as both feet were free I was bolting towards him, running faster than I ever had in my life.

I wasn't sure what to do when I got to him. Some girls who were standing by the jump were freaking out and I was sure one of them were calling 911 by the way she kept spouting out descriptions of what just happened into her phone. Tom was still screaming with all of his body's weight on top of his broken arm, so I flipped him over quickly and then undid the latches on his board like I did mine. Tossing the board aside when I was finished, I removed his helmet and sunglasses because I had no idea what else to do. Tears were pouring down his cheeks at this point and a small crowd was gathering around us to watch and panic. I tried to calm him down a little in what ways I could.

"H-Hey it's okay, they've called 911 I think and ambulance is coming. W-What can I do? Is there anything I can do?" I tired to think back to when I was injured, skate boarding accidents and what my mom used to do for me when they happened. I copied a few things she did, lifting his head onto my lap and putting a soothing hand on his good arm.

The screams lessened, down to the point where it was just whimpers and heavy pants. He struggled to breathe while he just as miserably tried to look up at me with his watery brown eyes. "M-My j-jacket, take-take it off," he muttered through heavy breaths. I tugged off the thing and, when I got to his bad arm, carefully slid it out as slowly as possible. He sighed and calmed a little when it was off. "J-Jesus Christ, I'm a fucking idiot."

"You aren't, it's okay." I looked up for a moment to scan the crowd for Mini, but I saw no sight of him. Just terrified faces staring at Tom's mutilated arm.

"I knew I couldn't make that jump," he breathed out, laughing brokenly. "I just...was trying to be a cocky little-"

"Shh, it's okay. It's fine. Everything's fine." I tried to do a comforting gesture by wiping a tear away with my thumbed glove, but I think I just made things awkward and uncomfortable. When he let out a breathy laugh at my failed attempt to comfort, I felt my cheeks go pink. Damn it.

"S'what I get for trying to impress you, you impressive little shit."

I rolled my eyes, every nerve in my body felt like it was shaking."You already impress me, you didn't need to do some stupid jump to prove anything..."

"Why are you so good at everything, huh? Skating, unicycling, gaming, snow boarding...I hate you."

I could hear sirens in the distance now, and the people in the crowd were murmuring to each other now, looking at me as if I'd just committed some crime or something. I kept my eyes on Tom. Please god don't let this leak out, his fans will be worried sick.

"I think they're coming. Don't tweet out anything until they fix you, okay? You'll just make everyone worried sick." My lungs felt deflated, my air wasn't coming out properly ever since I saw Toms arm snap in half underneath the weight of his body.

"I already got one worried sick," I heard him chuckle, "you care that much about me Sparkly Dick?" He poked me in the shoulder with his good arm, and that's when I noticed that my whole body was shaking in tremors. I've never been this shaken up about something before.

"Y-You're my best friend, of course I'm worried. And I watched that happened, that would give anyone a panic attack..."

He smirked at me, raising his hand a little higher to wipe a stray tear away from my cheek. "You know I love you too Jordan...you better get me some chocolate and shit from the gift shop. This is all your fault anyway."

"My fault?! Don't say that! Do you know what the guilt will do to me?!"

"You were the one who was bein' all cute and cocky, I had to do somethin'..." He grinned and shut his eyes a little, letting his hand fall back to his stomach.

Cute? He thinks I'm cute?

"You...you think I'm cute?" Not the brightest idea saying the question outloud, but he didn't seem to mind answering it.

"You're adorable. D'you think they'll replace my arm with some sick cyborg one instead? I don't see how anyone's gonna fix this anytime soon without robot parts." He chuckled and held up his broken arm like it was a proud trophy, and I jerked my head to the side so I wouldn't have to see it again. "Broken right in the middle, isn't that weird? Bet it'll take forever to fix. Might even have to stay in LA longer, just make sure I recover fully. Be nice to have a little sparkly nurse to take care of me when I get back to my place."

Is he serious?

"How can you joke when you're like this? Your arm is mangled, aren't you in pain?" I turned my head slowly towards him again, chewing on my lip nervously when I saw that his arm was still in view. Right in the middle there was an unnatural bend in the bone. I shuddered.

"Eh, more shock than pain really. Think my left sides gone numb. But you will do it, right?"

"Do what?" I asked, exasperated by his lack of care.

"Be my nurse. Will ya? Tucker's in Portland with Sonja and...I don't think anybody else would be too up to it. Besides, I think you'd be the hottest nurse ever. Make all the other nurse bitches in the emergency room jealous." He grinned weakly and I clouding help but blush at the compliment. He's in shock, he's not making sense, the compliment wasn't real. I noticed that his eyes were fluttering slightly, like he was about to fall asleep or something. He's on the verge of passing out.

"Tom...I-I'll help you if you need my help, but-"

"I'm scared," he whispered suddenly, looking up at the sky in a hazed way. "Never liked hospitals. I know gettin my arm fixed it'll hurt, way worse than right now. You'll be there, right? When they have to do it?"

How do I explain that I can't be there while he most likely will have surgery? I doubt the surgeons will let me be within fifty feet of the rooms doors, never mind sitting beside of Tom and helping him through the thing. He'll be unconscious anyway, won't he? He won't even know I'm there, so it doesn't matter anyway.

But his face just looked so frightened and helpless, I nodded and gave his good shoulder a soft squeeze. "I'll be right there beside you."

"Excuse us sir." A slightly buff man in a white shirt and black pants pushed me aside to bend over Tom, and then another one, slightly bigger, moved to Toms other side. They put him on a gurney and began down the slope with ease, as I watched with a sort of helplessness while they carried him away. I followed closely behind though. Pushing past the crowd of crying and frightened people, I chased after the paramedics at lightening speed. When we finally reached the ambulance, I fell behind a few feet. They won't let me ride with them, I'm not Toms family.

As they were moving to pack him into the vehicle, Tom leaned his head to the side and said something, making both paramedics stop what they were doing. The buffer one looked to me and waved me over. Confused, I walked to the gurney and peaked over at the injured man, who was grinning at me lazily with closed eyes.

"We can't allow anyone inside," the paramedic stated dully, "the back is too small for more than four. Said he won't go without you coming along."

I looked back at Tom disapprovingly. "Tom I'm going to the hospital anyway, it's fine."

He shook his head slowly. "I'm not goin' unless you're comin' too."

"I can't come with you. You need to go now, they need to fix your arm."

"The hell with m'arm, I'm goin' home." He tried to sit up, and accidentally jarred his injured arm on the left paramedics elbow. He let out a pained curse and flopped back down, going completely limp this time. Why does he have to be so stupidly stubborn?

"I'll ride up front," the right paramedic said quickly. "He's not hurt too bad that he requires the both of us."

"Fine. Get in." The left hurried me into the back, before the both of them lifted Tom into it and put him all the way back. The right split off from the left and left entered, slamming the doors behind him and rushing over to tend to Tom. I just sat and watched, awkwardly stroking Toms shoulder the few times he let out a noise of pain.

I wonder where mini is right now. Probably freaking out in the middle of the mountain.

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"I'm not doing it." Tom was clinging to the bathroom wall with his one good arm like it was his life line, and I was calmly trying to get him to come out. He's got to go through surgery. They told us this as soon as we arrived, so I'd done the sneaky thing and disappeared into the waiting room while they were examining Toms arm. However, minutes later the nurses ran into the waiting room to tell me Tom had locked himself in the bathroom when he went to get a urine sample and refused to come out unless, of course, he got what he wanted. Which was me.

"It's not gonna be that bad, you'll be asleep the whole-"

"That's even worse! What if the Docs got a fetish for helpless sleeping patients? I could be molested!"

"There's gonna be nurses in there too-"

"What if they help him molest me?!"

"Tom you aren't gonna be molested, you're just scared and you're making up stuff. Look, I'll be right outside waiting for you after you're done. As soon as I take you home, I'll nurse you all day every day until you recover. Okay?" I have no intention of becoming Tom Cassell's personal nurse, but I'm only making false promises to get him out of the bathroom.

He looked petrified in this moment, and I felt horrible for him. Curled up between the bathroom sink and the wall, he looked like a cornered animal who was about to be executed. My false promise didn't seem to give him that much reassurance.

"I want you to come," he said in the most quiet, pitiful voice I'd ever heard him use. "You promised you would."

I took a tiny step forward, both hands raised out at my sides like Chris Pratt when he was taming his three raptors. "They aren't gonna let me be in the same room as you, or else I would come."

"Then I'm not doing it!"

"Tom, you have to-"

"I don't have to do anything! Tell those damned nurses to get the fuck away from me! I want to go home!"

"Okay okay, look, let me talk for a second okay? If you go through surgery, without giving the doctors or nurses any trouble, I'll do something in return. What do you want?"

Still holding his injured arm to his chest, his eyebrows scrunched up in thought as he looked down at my shoes with thought etched in his eyes. And then they lit up. "Kiss me."

I felt like my tongue caught in my throat. What? Did I hear him right?

"W-What?"

"Kiss me," he repeated with a blank stare. "I want you to kiss me."

"W-...Why?" I've never kissed anyone before, I'm not wasting my first kiss on the person who will probably use it against me as black mail in the future.

"Because. I'm not doing the surgery unless you do it."

Oh boy. This is a tough decision. Kiss him and he gets the surgery he needs, or just let him deal with this on his own. I glanced down at his arm. It was swollen, the skin surrounding it was slowly turning scarlet. I felt my stomach lurch. He's got to be in pain right now.

"Fine." It'll take three seconds, tops. Just three seconds. I'll be potentially saving somebody's life. I took three steps forward, clenched both fists impossibly tight, and got within an inch of Toms face. He grinned.

"You really care about me, don't you?" He asked softly.

"Obviously. You better have nice breath, because I-"

"Save the quip, just get out of here so I can piss in my cup and go get my arm fixed."

"What?"

"You heard me, deaf dork. Out. And you better have a beer waiting for me when I get through this, cuz I'm gonna need it."

"You don't want me to kiss you?"

"I do. Just not like this. I want you willing when I kiss the shit out of you." And with a wink, he pushed me out the bathroom door and slammed it shut, the lock clicking soon after.

Did he just flirt with me?

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"So then I flew over another jump, not even trying at this point, and I land it perfectly right behind the ambulance. But then you guys pulled out, so-"

"Do you think he'll be okay?" He looked so scared in that bathroom. Was he still scared when I left? Was the bravery fake, did he just do it to impress me? I thought he'd learnt by now that he shouldn't do that. Ugh.

"Oh come on, he's fine," Mini commented, jerking off his skiing gloves and flexing his fingers. The waiting room is freezing, he should've just kept them on. "Probably was just acting scared to draw attention, seems like a Tom thing to do. Stop worrying about the idiot."

"He looked genuinely scared, Mini. He curses a lot when he's scared. That's what he was doing in the bathroom. Has he ever had surgery before?" I can't remember a time he's ever told me about any surgeries, but he might've had some in secret without my knowing about it.

Mini shrugged. He seemed a little occupied with eying the nurse working at the reception desk. "None that I know of. How's his arm look? Pretty bad?"

"It's awful. The bone itself is broken in half. It looked all red and swollen and...slightly infected. God, what if he loses his arm? His whole career will be over, his life revolves around YouTube and partying and things that require two arms!"

"He won't lose it, it wasn't that bad I'm sure. Say, are you a good wingman? Because that nurse over there-"

"You're asking me to set you up with someone while we wait for our anxiety induced friend to come out of surgery and hopefully still have both his arms and his sanity?"

"Well when you put it like that, it sounds jerky. I just want a girlfriend, man. I don't get out much these days, y'know?"

"Tom is going through the worst thing he's ever gone through and you're trying to pick up nurses in the emergency room. You're a jerk."

"Okay! Okay, I'm sorry. That was insensitive. But if you were good at being a wingman, could you-"

"Jordan Maron?" The nurse at the reception desk called. I jumped up quickly, glad for the excuse to get away from Mini after sitting in a chair for three hours with him beside me. The nurse filled me out some sort of pass slip and handed it to me, telling me to go through the door and keep walking until I saw room 403, but to knock before entering. I nearly ran when I got past the door of the waiting room. Just the thought of Tom laying there, staring at the bandaged nub where his arm used to be. I walked a little faster.

403. I knocked three times and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, as I raised my fist to knock again, it cracked open a tiny bit. A brown eye came into view. "Password?"

I groaned. "Are you kidding me?"

He wasn't, unfortunately. "Password peasant!"

"Fine. Please?"

"I said the password bitch, not the magic word."

"You're mean. Tom is awesome?"

"Hm. Tom is awesome at what?"

"Tom is awesome at being mean to me."

"There ya go!" The door open wide enough for me to slip in, and I did, with only slight struggle.

The room was torn apart. Chairs circled the door in a barrier type fashion, there were sharp looking Q-tips littering the floor, and the bed was covered with dangerous tools that probably should've been with the doctor instead of Tom. Speaking of Tom, he was carrying a stethoscope around like it was a pair of nunchucks. He grinned when he caught me looking at him strangely. "Like my barricade? Keeps the nurses and docs away pretty damn well."

"Tom. You said you wouldn't give them any trouble."

"Ah, but you said as they fixed my arm, not after they fixed my arm. Hey look, m'arm looks totally swag now!" He held up his bandaged arm and waved it around like it was an award.

"Are you supposed to be doing that after you just had surgery?"

"Nope. Come sit! I missed you while I was out cold." He stepped on the holes he'd made to get to the bed and I followed in his footsteps so I wouldn't trip on the hundreds of Q-tips he'd placed on the floor. When we reached the bed, he took my hand with his good one and helped me up onto the table. Then he cleared his 'weapons' from his side and hopped up himself.
We sat in silence for awhile.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He shrugged. "It does, but there's no way in hell I'm letting them stick anymore needles in me. Do you know how many they put in me before the surgery? I nearly lost it when they put in a fifth!"

"Wow. I would've cried. I hate needles."

"I don't mind one or two, but five? Jeez."

"Yeah. Tom-"

"Jordan-"

We both paused, waiting for the other to continue. Tom grinned and pointed at me. "You first."

"Okay." I grabbed his shoulders tightly and smashed my lips into his, waiting three seconds, and then pulling back again. There was this jittery feeling in my heart for a second before it vanished, leaving me awkwardly griping onto the gown covering Toms shoulders. I don't know what possessed me to do it. Maybe because he actually went through a very scary and probably life scarring experience to be brave for me, and I felt like I needed to repay him somehow. The only way I knew he really wanted.

He didn't seem to mind. He smiled even. A genuine smile, not that evil smirk or those sly grins he usually flashes my way. "What was that for?"

I still hadn't let go of the gown yet. I felt like if I did let go, I'd fall over and start having a seizure. "For being brave. And because I promised."

"Well thank you, sparkly dick. But you can let go of my shoulders now, you know that right?"

"If I let go I'm gonna faint."

"Ah. Something wrong?"

"I was worried. A lot."

"You shit, I told you not to worry about me. Is that why you're so bloody pale?"

"That's an oxymoron...and yes, I don't feel good because I was worried."

"You're a moron. But you kiss good, so that makes up for it. Though I wish you could've waited Sparklez, I wanted you to be completely willing during out first kiss not semi willing."

"And just how many times have you pictured this first kiss?"

"Many. I pictured us on a beach or maybe somewhere secluded or maybe an apricot on a skateboard."

"...what?" Did I hear that right?

"Shit. I think I need some pain meds."

"Why?"

"Well...my arm is really hurting, it's getting to my head a little bit. By the way, when can we Netflix and chill one day because if I don't die tonight I'll be very confused-...ugh."

"You should let them take care of you. They're only trying to help." I went out to touch his bad hand, but he jerked it away and hissed.

"No more sharp crayons in my arm!" He screeched loudly.

"They won't use anymore needles! They'll give you morphine at the very least, and they can give it to you in tablets. Please, Tom?"

He was still glaring at me suspiciously. Slowly he eased back to where he'd been sitting, still clutching his arm to his chest in a protective manner. "Piss first," he mumbled at me.

"Piss? You have to pee?"

"Hiss!"

"Sorry! Why are you being mean? There's no need to hiss at me..."

"Fhluck you! Kiss! Kiss first!"

Oh! He wants another kiss first. "You can have one on the cheek. I might give you a good one when you actually let them take care of you. Kay?"

He pouted slightly, but said nothing. I took it we had a deal and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. He had other plans, however. I don't understand how someone with just one arm can wrestle me down on floor and pin me there, but Tom Cassell did it, and in record time too. I let out a grunt as I tried to shove him off me, but it was useless. He had me pinned my the shoulders with his knees and he was grinning down at me with happy eyes.

I finally gave in with a huff, letting my flailing legs rest on the floor. "I feel bad for the poor doctor that has to deal with you."

His answer was to grab me by the cheeks and gave me the most slobbery kiss ever right on top of my lips. Groaning in disgust, I tried weakly to shove him off but he was not budging. It wasn't until he gave me a small hug around the waist and another kiss (on my nose this time, thank god) that he decided to free me. I made a run for the door, tripped on the Q-tips, fell on my butt, and made an even bigger moron of myself. Tom giggled behind me.

"Klutz," he murmured, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me up to my feet. I was too caught up in my own embarrassment to realize that the door had opened and a very awkward nurse had entered the room. She stopped at the barriers around the door and nervously waved at Tom.

"Um, Doctor Lance said you're cleared to go once I give you your medicine. Are morphine tablets okay?"

He nodded silently, still grinning. The nurse dig into her pocket and pulled out an orange bottle, only to toss it over to Tom, who caught it with one hand. He threw it at me and pointed at my pants pocket, then waved back at the nurse as she awkwardly shimmied out of the room. "Bye Leeee!" He called, and was answered by a high pitched 'toodles Tommy!'.

"What did you do to her?" I questioned him, sticking his bottle of pills into my back pocket. That nurse looked like she'd had quite an experience with him. I hope he didn't do anything stupid to her.

"Nothin'. She gave me stickers for bein' good." He turned around and pointed at his butt, which was covered in colorful SpongeBob stickers. I feel so bad for that nurse.

"Alright. Let's get you home I guess. Where are your clothes?"

"Dunno. They had to cut 'em off me." And with those last words, he skipped gracefully out of the room and I received a wonderful view of his spongebob stickers as he made his exit.

I hope he doesn't tweet about this later.
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I hated this ending *hisses*

Also I wasn't sure if Mini had a girlfriend or not/ wasn't sure if Sonja and Tucker moved to Portland but I was too lazy to look it up so :-p

I've gotta go! Please favorite and comment, every single one makes my day so much brighter! I love you and I hope you're all happy :3

- Lee (oh look wow me and that nurse had the same name whaaaaaat)