Dylan POV.
I'm sitting on the couch with a book I hear footsteps and see Max and Dani.
Dani excitedly runs to me and gives me my crutch.
Dani“ Come on Dylan let's all go trick or treating like old times.
Dylan“ *smiles* Ok.
I grab my crutches and we head off I look at Max he looks kind of annoyed.
Dylan“ What's wrong Bud?
Max“ Nothing let's just go.
I follow them and we go house to house.
We see a big house and I watch them head in I go and follow but one of my crutches fall out of my grasp and I fall on the ground.
Dylan“ Damn it!
I see my younger siblings walk out with a girl.
Max“ Oh crap Dylan we forgot about you!
He helps me up and Dani gives me my crutch.
Allison“ Oh so this is Dylan thank you for your service.
Dylan“ *smiles and looks at Dani* You ready to go home?
Dani“ Actually we're going to see the Sanderson cottage!
Dylan“ Um I don't think that's-
Max“ Hey Dylan can I talk to you over their.
I follow my little brother and we are about 15 feet away.
Max“ Bro I really like this girl! Please please let us go!
Dylan“ Max I don't know I mean it sounds dangerous.
Max“ Please you faced danger and look you came back alive!
Dylan“ *nods* ok.
He smiles and runs off with them and I follow them.
Did he just use my trauma against me?
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Looks Don't Matter.
FanfictionDylan Dennison is 20 years old he suffered wound where he needs to use crutches or a wheelchair if he gets in trouble that's what happens if he joined the military but he's not proud of his injury he feels it makes him weak as he looks weak but what...
