"Hey, John." I smile at the boy that I've grown to. He took me to the park more often and helped me walk around more, more than anybody's helped me. I mean, I never let them, but they never just treat me like a normal person.

"Hi Y/n! You ready to go?" He smiles, his buck teeth sticking out slightly. I nod and he helps me up to get into my wheelchair again. He takes me to his bright blue car, still brighter than the houses and sky. I don't know why it's always so grey, it's not even the end of summer.

We pass by the colorful stores, with memories of exploring them. The park is just up ahead, but he passes it.

"What- John, you missed it!" I say indignantly. I've grown accustomed to the spot. I wanted to go there today. 

"We're not going to the swings again."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Likewise, Watson."

We merge onto a highway with cars of all colors, and pass by my town and the town after. A huge building looms close, the ocean breaking against part of it. What is that place? We park in a mostly full parking garage, getting a spot kind of close because of the placard. He puts me back into the wheelchair and we head towards the building. The air is colder by the ocean, making me wrap up in my jacket and scarf. 

"Two tickets, please." John says while I look around. People were walking and talking, eyes bulging out of theirs sockets because of something. A few kids with matching notebooks and pencils walk by, talking fast and sneaking out their phones to take pictures. John taps my hand and I look up at him. His blue eyes sparkle and I smile at him.

"So, what is this mystery spot?" I ask, still looking around. 

"Wait till we're in." I huff and cross my arms like a little kid, but I can't help but be impatient. He wheels us away from the main desk. Pictures of sharks and jellyfish were coving the wall, facts of random sea animals.

"No way," I say in awe. Instantly, John rushes us to an exhibit in the aquarium, labelled with something that was going by too fast. A dark room, light emanating from a tank full of random fish. We get close to it, a sunfish passing by. A few of the more colorful creatures float around, their colors merging and twisting. 

The next exhibit is octopi, one of the smartest creatures of the sea. I take a few pictures with my phone, and John poses with a greenish one. His face morphed into a weird expression and I laugh loudly, startling some people in the same room. My face feels hot with embarrassment, but John just smiles at me.

"Just let them judge, no one knows what they're even doing," He says with little care. I nod my head and we go to more exhibits, the seahorses, the seals, the penguins.

We end up by the exhibit of the coral reefs, thousands of flashing colors and swift fins move about. The blue collided with chartreuses and the oranges melted together with reds. It looked better than a rainbow in my opinion, because they were alive. They were moving and swimming and living.

"Help me." I push myself up on my chair. He helps me get on my weak feet. I touch the glass lightly, even though I know I probably shouldn't. Curious animals circle around, almost creating a halo around me and John. I look over at him, his glasses reflecting reds and oranges, slivers of blue. He smiles at me and I can't help but smile too.

I face him, his eyes no longer distracted by the swirling rainbow, only trained on me. I can only act now.

My eyes are closed and a handful of cloth in my hand. Chapped lips were on mine, tasting of cherry cola chapstick. John's arms were around my waist and in my hair, mine around his neck and shoulder, almost tripping over my wheelchair.

When we could breath again, I could see his cheeks were bright red.

"Wow," He says, like the dork that he is. "I didn't think that'd ever happen."

"Well, if you want, it can happen more often." I say in a quiet voice. It's a little nerve-wrecking waiting for someone to answer.

I didn't have to worry with him, though. He nodded his head, still in shock that I did that. Have to admit, I am too. He smiles once more at me, kissing my cheek and helping me back into my chair.

"I think it is time to go home," He says softly. "I wouldn't mind seeing 'Stardust" for the millionth time with you."

"It's a classic film made by Neil Gaiman, of course we're watching it." I retort, a beam so bright, it could hurt the angler fish and make them feel insecure about their light.

We drive past the town, past the park, past all of the grey houses and park at my own grey house. His blue car is the only color around.

I think once I'm up and ready, I'm going to paint my room blue.

**If you guys want a third, which will most likely be sadstuck, tell me in the comments below!! I enjoyed making this two-part oneshot because even though I don't have congenital muscle dystrophy, I get sick. A lot. And it sucks, today I was actually on the floor in so much physical pain that I couldn't get up for an hour. Do I know why? Nope. Could I possibly be dying? To my overreactive brain, yes. Do I take medicine and such? I don't know if it helps, but yupperdoodle. 

I don't think people realize that even though some disabilities can be physical and some people allow pity, they don't want to be stuck in there. People want to be free and out and not stuck.

Anyways, I hope you like this and have had a wonderful day/night, depending on wherever you guys are! Bye :o)!**