#this is from my vague memory of the wheelchair i had to play basketball

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beloved friend sent me one of scar's newer tweets and i HAD to draw it

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Wickling Shenanigans Chapter 1 ~ Wednesdays

Disclaimer: I love these nerds but do not own them in any way.

Chapter 1:

I fucking hate Wednesdays. I mean, how could you not? It's the middle of the week, nobody cares anymore, you're not waiting for anything because nothing quality is around Wednesday and nothing good ever happens on them. Wednesdays are hell.

I woke up at the normal time. 5:00. Followed the same dull routine. Wake up. Get dressed. Brush teeth and put deodorant on. Eat breakfast. Do homework. Go to school. Fucking Wednesdays. I began walking towards my first period when some asshole tripped me. I looked at them and simply glowered before moving on. “Hey Kaplan! Watch where you’re going dumbass,” the kid says as he tries to taunt me. Kids are such assholes.

I just sat through most of AP Physics, finishing my busy work then being bored out of my mind for twenty minutes. By the time the bell rang, I couldn't be more ready to leave. Second period was dull at best and then English was just Mr. Daren yelling at us about “the importance of commas” and then assigning a paper on it.

Thank Scarlet Witch for fourth period. My only period where I get to actually get to deal with manageable people. But sadly, that flew by faster than Quicksilver. Then lunch. Fucking lunch. Kesler found me as soon as I walked out of class, his giant, terrifying smile covering his face. “Well hey there Kaplan! Funny seeing you here! Me and the boys were just talking about going to lunch, but we seem to lack the funds. Good thing we found you, eh?” I can't help that my eyes widen at the statement. I begin wildly fumbling at my pockets, not bagging eye contact with him, memories of how last time ended when I broke it. My still bruised chest throbs with the phantom pain of remembrance.

I can't find my wallet. God dammit. I smile weakly at Kesler. “Um, looks like I'm fresh out too. I could maybe go and grab some cash somewhere else?” I try to ask, not getting any further before I feel a fist slam into my side. I recoil from the fist, almost falling to the ground. I look to where the fist came from. One of Kesler’s goons is standing there proudly, looking at Kesler. He simply smiles before looking back at me.

“Now, now. You know the rules. A proper gay should always support their heterosexual betters. You can't be forgetting something as important as your wallet. I'm sure my boys will find it on you somewhere. Boys?” Kesler’s smile just grows. The four other guys that were with him smile like idiots.

“Yessir. Don't worry, the fag won't forget his wallet again.” The largest says, before charging me.

The rest of the session with Kesler was a blur. Punches all over my sides and a few on the face. I can't really remember when I passed out, but I know I did. I woke up sometime after, my face looking up towards the sky and my body hurting everywhere. Kesler and his goons were nowhere to be seen, but I was still in the same spot. Sighing, I got up and checked my phone for the time. Fucking hell. It was 2:00. 6th period ended in 30 minutes. I had to present my project in 5th. “There goes my grade.” I muttered. I decided that it would be better than nothing to finish 6th and claim I was helping someone who was getting sick or something.

[Note: Fuck past tense, I'm going present]

I begin slowly walking across campus towards my 6th. I fucking hate Wednesdays. As I pass the Palidian Building, I suddenly notice how amazing the architecture is. And then proceed to walk right into a column. It takes me a solid ten seconds to get up after feeling the extreme pain of reopened cuts and bruises getting slammed. “Hey, you ok? You seemed kinda distracted. And those are a lot of bruises.” I look up and suddenly realize that it wasn't a column. It was a guy. A really hot guy. And I can't speak.

“Um, yeah, I-I, um, fine.” I say, trying to stop the blush furiously starting to cover my face. I break eye contact and try to stand up, only to fall right back down, the pain in my right leg shooting up until my hip. “Agh!” I exclaim, trying to look as normal as I can. It doesn't help.

“Oh my God, you are totally not ok. Here, let me help you.” The guy’s voice is super concerned and sweet, and I can't help but just stare blankly. This guy's seems like he means well, and he certainly looks great, but there's no way in hell I'm trusting that. I mean, after all, last time I trusted someone like that, he broke my heart and everyone in the school knew I was gay. So yeah.

He doesn't seem to read my thoughts, and bends down, trying to wrap his arm around my waist to help me up. Instead, he brushes against a bruise and I cry out in pain again. “Oh shit! Sorry! God, I'm such an idiot.” He looks at me again. “Hey, I'm gonna help you, so I need you to help me out, tell me where I can help you up. His crystal blue eyes shine with worry and I can't help it. I let him help.

“Right around here.” I vaguely motion in a general area that seemed to be spared from the brunt of the beating. He smiles, his teeth catching the sun in a perfect way and his golden hair framing his face in the sunlight. He might as well have been an angel.

“Ok.” He reaches around, and I wince, but it's not as bad as he helps to hoist me up. I lean on him when we finally are both standing, trying not to put any weight on my right leg. As he begins walking, I can't help but feel how great his arm feels, wrapped around me, and how warm he is. After about 20 seconds, I realize that we aren't heading for the nurse, but rather the parking lot.

Mustering up the energy to speak, I look at him questioningly. “You aren't going to drug and sell me are you? Please? I've already been through enough today.” I'm only half joking. His laugh is one of the greatest things I've heard. And a welcome change of pace to the fake one I hear much too often from my family or the cruel one Kesler often gives.

“No, I'm driving you to the fucking ER, you look like you can't even do anything right now. Then, you're getting sold.” He winks at me and I think I might die then and there. Whether from blood loss, the concussion or him, I'm not sure. Nonetheless, I trust this Adonis of a man and willingly let him place me in his passenger seat.

His car smells like vanilla and is completely immaculate, totally not matching the earrings that he wears. I raise my eyebrows at him when he enters from the other side. He looks at me. “What's the face for?” I smile at him.

“Nothing.”

The car ride is short, and he quickly helps me out of the car when we arrive. We get to the front desk and an older woman with red hair that falls into curls around her head behind the counter immediately stands up upon seeing me. “What happened to him?!” She says. Suddenly, the guy’s face turns red and sheepish.

“Um, I don't know, I just found him at -” I quickly interrupt him.

“I fell during a hike. He found me at the base of the hill.” I quickly say, trying to manage the best lie I can.

The woman seems to believe it and just motions for me to sit down while she heads back into the actual hospital, looking for a doctor. In the meantime I'm stuck with Mr. Nice next to me. That's when I realize I haven't even asked his name. “Um, what's your name? I'm sorry I didn't ask before, I guess it slipped my mind, what with the blood and broken leg and everything.” He asks, looking at me with the same adorable red face.

“Billy.” I say, feeling the a familiar blush hitting my face as well. “Yours?”

“Teddy. Teddy Altman.” He replies, the same small grin playing at the edge of his lips. God dammit he really is cute. And his eyes are so fucking entrancing. We stay quiet for another minute before he breaks the silence yet again. “Why did you lie about how you got hurt?” He asks, face etched in worry.

I look away, anywhere but him. “I don't like talking about it. Would you tell someone that someone beat the shit out of you when that someone’s family has enough money to out-lawyer then buy said company of the prosecutor? Because that's Kesler for ya.”

He nods. “I guess I wouldn't. I wouldn't want to hurt my family or myself any further.” Yet another minute passes. Then another. And then it's me who shatters the veil.

“So what do you do for fun, Mr. Teddy Altman?” I try to ask casually. It’s his turn for his eyebrows to raise as he looks at me suspiciously.

“Nothing much. I used to play basketball, but I love a good night in reading the latest issue of Captain America.” He finally says after a moment of hesitation. My ears instantly latch onto the words “Captain America”.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I look over. “Captain America?”

He looks back at me with the same suspicious face. “Yeah. What’s wrong with Captain America? You don’t support my nerdiness?”

I can’t help but laugh at how serious he sounds. “Dude, I invented nerdiness. But Scarlet Witch  is my favourite.”

“Isn’t she a villain?” He says, and I can’t tell if his smile is from joy of talking about comics or just because he knows how upset that will make me. I can’t stop myself.

“No! Are you kidding me!? She has Magneto for a father yet wants to be a hero. It has to be hard choosing between family and ideals. I mean, clearly -” Before I can get very far a man in scrubs and the same woman come out of the door.

“Mr. Kaplan? We can take you now.” She says. I get up with Teddy’s help and work my way over to the wheelchair that they brought out. She begins wheeling me through the doors when Teddy speaks up.

“Hey, Billy, don’t worry, I’ll stay out here and wait for ya.” He states. The nurse chuckles as the door closes behind us.

“Your boyfriend is so sweet darling! How long have you two been together?” Her eyes have a twinkle of amusement in them as she continues wheeling me towards the room that the doctor quickly maneuvered himself into.

“Um, we aren’t dating. I told you, he found me today at the base of the trail.” I say. She just deadpans and looks at me with the most serious face I’ve seen of her.

“Kid, you weren’t on a trail. We both know that. I can accept the fact that you don’t want to say who it was, but it certainly was a beating of sorts.” She then leans down and looks me straight in the eye and simply whispers, “Was it him? Out there?” She seems so worried.

“No! No. Just, someone else I know. It’s a long story.” I can’t help it. I still can’t tell anyone about Kesler. I mean, it’s not like she can do anything. The doctor checks me out quickly, saying it’s a normal case of battery. I just nod my head along with everything he says and he eventually tells me I’ll need crutches until my broken leg heals. Accepting it, I take the pills he prescribes and take the crutches. Boy, this will certainly be a fun story for mom. She’s seen me beat up before, but this is completely new. I leave, and Teddy immediately stands up when he sees me. I know it’s weird, but for a second, I almost think that I see relief in his eyes.

“Hey! Are you ok?” He asks, coming up to me. I smile weakly.

“Yeah, quality enough to sell.” I wink at him, feeling confident.

He laughs again and we both smile. “So, I’ll take you home if you want. Make sure your parents don’t murder you or something, right?” He says.

“Yeah. Mom will flip, but she’ll accept it. She always does…” I trail off, unable to really continue a sentence. Teddy looks at me with those kind, worrying eyes.

“Hey. It’ll be okay.” Despite his strong build and impressive figure, I can’t help but recognize his weak smile. God, I wish he was gay. Why are all the good ones straight? He helps me back to his car and we drive, casually discussing comics and television on the way back as I lead him to my apartment.

We finally pull in front of the complex, and he looks at me. “Are you good to head up yourself?” He asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m good. Thank you for everything today.” I look at him and genuinely smile at him. I throw on my backpack and start heading towards the elevator. As I get about five feet, I suddenly hear a voice from behind me.

“Hey, um, Billy?” I hear Teddy ask from his car. I turn around and raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Would you maybe wanna go get dinner sometime? Or maybe just head to the comic store?” His face is furiously red and at the sound of those words, I swear I’m about to die from excitement.

“U-Um. Yeah. That sounds great! Here,” I say, fumbling out a piece of paper and a pen, “is my phone number. Text me!” I hand him the piece of paper after writing down my phone number. I look at him and we both kind of just stare at each other for a second. “I’ll see you later Teddy!”

“Seeya Billy.” I fucking love Wednesdays.