This story is a romantic fanfic for my young friend, Gillian Rollo. Gillian is 19, live is Scotland, has cerebral palsy, and is confined to a wheelchair. I met her on Twitter because we both love the television show "Supernatural."
“Crazy Love”
Featuring Gillian
Rollo and Jensen Ackles.
Evening fell quiet upon the beach as the couple sat,
hand in hand on a blanket of soft cotton.
They faced the roaring surf, tinged pink in the primrose sunset. “Remember,” he whispered, “remember the day
we met?” She smiled, thinking of the day
they sat together in that small café, sharing an Irn Bru (one bottle, two straws).
She smiles, remembering how their fingertips touched and he traced
little hearts on the back of her hand.
She thought it was just the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Neither of them could possibly have known when
they sat across the table from one another that night how their friendship
would grow. They had chatted together
for hours, discussing everything from their favorite television shows to his
song, “Crazy Love,” playing on the radio.
This evening, as they sat on the beach, he recalled how
she had counted every one of his freckles, and how, when they went to the glen
that first night, he pushed her chair slowly while they shared tales of their
favorite pets. Both animal lovers, this
was a place where they came together.
Filled with a sense of peace, she chuckled at the thought of the little
teddy bear he bought her. It still sat
in the small cradle with her childhood dolls, wearing its little 1967 black
Chevrolet Impala Tee shirt.
As the sun continued its descent into the ocean, they
lay beside one another on the soft cotton blanket, each lost for a moment in
his or her personal memories. He had not
been free that day, nor for very many more, for he had been dating
another. “Curious,” thought Gillian, “I
almost can’t remember a day when I didn’t know that I was his.” Turning her head slowly, she caught a glint
in his eye – or was it but the reflection of the setting sun? He was gazing at her with a look more tender
than any she had ever seen before. She
caught her breath. Even after all these
years, he could surprise her.
“Jensen?” She whispered.
He took her chin in his hand, tilting her face so he could see deep into
her eyes. “Yes?” He breathed the word almost inaudibly. She smiled that little half-smile that always
melted his heart. “I just want to remind
you how much I love you.” He moved his
hand from her chin to the back of her head, softly brushing her cheek with his
fingertips along the way. She shivered
and leaned back into his palm. With his
other arm, he brought her closer to him, and wrapped her into himself. There was no doubting the depth of his
love. She sighed, nestling closer. Looking up, they watched the last of the
sun’s brilliant rays blink out. They
held hands while they watched the stars gently appear, one by one, in the west.
A full moon began its ascent.
So wrapped up were they in one another that they heard
nothing when the dog came running toward them, tail wagging, tongue out and
dripping all over the blanket, their laps and the entire beach. They fell to the blanket, giggling as the
large, wet puppy landed on them, a great wet mop. Tiara, who had been named for the dog Gillie
had loved as a teen, began shaking off the salty sea, showering them with a
cold Atlantic spray. Two laughing
teenagers came running behind the dog, carrying a basket and a blanket. Stopping by the lovers, the tall blonde girl
shook unfolded the blanket and spread it out on the sand. The boy, who stood a bit talker than his
sister, placed the basket on the blanket.
Kneeling, he began to unload food, laying out a lavish midnight meal.
“Dean!
Robyn! What are you two up to?”
Gillian laughed heartily at the sight of her two children behaving so. “Who ever put you up to this?” The youngsters exchanged looks and shrugged
their shoulders in unison. “For us to
know and you to find out,” exclaimed Robyn, as she set out a bottle of Irn Bru and two straws. Dean laid out napkins and a plate of
sandwiches. When they were done, the
teens stood up, dusting off their hands.
“Well, that’s that,” said Dean, and he bent over,
quickly brushing his mother’s hair with a kiss.
His father reached out and they shook hands. Robyn gave Jensen a kiss on the cheek,
exclaiming, “See you tomorrow, Daddy!”
Then, she bent and gave Gillian a long embrace. “I love you, Mommy!” She declared, and she
was off.
Gillian couldn’t help it – she found herself laughing
uncontrollably. “Wha – what was THAT all
about? Where are THEY going?” Jensen chuckled, “Oh, Gillie, don’t worry
about anything tonight. The kids will be
alright. They’ve gone home.” Gently lifting his petite wife, he moved her
from her chair onto the blanket. Opening
the bottle of Irn Bru, he placed the
two straws inside, and uncovered the sandwiches. Taking Gillie’s hand into his own, Jensen
raised the bottle to the sky.
“Honey,” he said.
Gillian looked lovingly at him.
All in a moment she took in the sight of her beloved husband, the
twinkling stars, and the full moon. “Yes?”
she whispered.
“Happy twenty-fifth anniversary, darling!”
They sipped their Irn
Bru slowly, sharing sandwiches and memories. Suddenly, a meteor shot across the sky. “Make a wish!” Jensen exclaimed. And Gillian did, silently smiling, leaning
into Jensen’s shoulder. They sat
together just that way for a very long time, watching the meteor shower. In the distance, they both thought they could
hear the strands of an old song. “Crazy
Love.”
The End
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