The New And The Silent

He Talks

I was sitting in a chair across from Jack. Me and him were talking about whatever. Our favorite songs to our favorite books.

"I think I have a slight problem about keeping books."

"What d-do you mean?"

"Well I always look through my victums book collections and grab whichever ones I think I'll like. Theres a wall in my room thats just a big bookshelf and theres so many books I just, can't count anymore."

He chuckled, and chuckled with. I gasped in realization.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"So does that m-mean your room is like a li-ibrary?"

He laughed, looking at me.

"I guess?"

"What are the b-books abou-t-t?"

"Everything. From medical books to fairytales to horror storys to anime. You name it, I most likely have it."

"And you read-d all of th-them?"

"No not normally. Don't tell the others but, when they're really sad or its there birthday or something, I like to give them a book that fits their personality. I find fairytales for Sally, or gaming books for BEN. They don't pay attention to me, but I pay attention to them. I can tell when they're having a bad day, and I can tell when they're sad."

Jack sighed looking down.

"I wish they wouldn't judge me so hard."

I looked at Jacks sad expression. I touched Jacks hand and smiled at him.

"I-I can do something about th-that."

"What do you mean?"

"I can convince th-them your nice, and to start talking to you m-m-more."

Jack smiled.

"You would do that?"

"Of c-course."

I smiled at him, making him chuckle. He stood up, ruffling my hair.

"You are so-"

Jack cut himself off, quickly rushing a word in place of whatever he was going to say.

"Childish-"

Jack looked at me, his expression asking me if I had caught what he did. I started to giggled like crazy at his face, which had blush spread across his face.

"What!"

His flustered face he me laugh even harder.

"S-stop im going to d-die!"

I leaned over, clutching my sides. He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. Jack had put his mask back on, walking towards the door.

"Come on asshat."

"S-sorry- coming."

I chuckled as I walked next to him. We walked out of the infirmary and towards the kitchen. We continued our conversation, but somehow started talking about foods we liked and restaurants. We got to the living room and got a couple of weird looks.

"El-arrios was my favorite place."

"R-really? I l-love that pl-place!"

"Huh, you got him to talk."

We looked over to see Masky. He was with Hoodie now and was much calmer then earlier.

"How'd you do it?"

"D-do what?"

"Get him to talk."

"W-well you see, I s-started talking and he talked back. I-its called conversation."

Jack tried to not laugh but did one of those, 'PFF-' laughs.

"Ok smartass- I mean he doesn't talk to anyone besides you, so how did you convince him to talk?"

"Easy. I d-dont j-judge people."

I turned towards Jack and we walked to the kitchen. Jack pulled out some popcorn chicken from the freezer.

"Want some?"

"S-sure."

I smiled. He grabbed a plate and put a bunch of popcorn chicken on it and put it in the microwave. After a couple minutes it was done. I reached into the fridge getting some ketchup. We sat down and ate. I was suppressing my tics, which I know is bad for me, but I didn't want people to judge me for them. I'd been suppressing them whenever I went out of my room, exsept when I was with Ej. I guess he relized what I was doing.

"You could hurt yourself if you keep doing that, even if you can't feel it, it could hurt you in the long run."

"Huh?"

"Your tics. Stop suppressing them. No ones gonna judge you- well- maybe Jeff. Just ignore him tho, hes an asshole to everyone."

I giggle, shoving another peice of chicken in my mouth.

(Im so so sorry i haven't been posting, a lot has been happening!!! Also very sorry this is short! I'll make the next chapter longer!!)