Dreamnotfound one shots

Fidgeting

"Clay, please stop that."

A loud annoying voice rang through dreams ears, as he was sitting in class.
It was a normal Friday for a Highschooler, yet so different. This day particular, was especially difficult for the blonde.

It was one the days where he constantly needed to be doing something. Constant motion, or sound coming from him.

All morning He had been blabbering to his sister about random thoughts that came to his mind. Nothing left unsaid.
He didn't understand it was annoying, only missing the hint it was.

Or in a simpler way, a bad adhd day.

Some days were better than others, and this was a prime example.
It was hard to focus on the subject the middle aged teacher taught. He was visibly distracted.

Dream was continually grabbing onto things on his desk, just to drop them seconds after. Pens, highlighters, rulers, anything he could reach.

The teacher thought he was just being annoying, so she moved him to table with only a piece of paper, and pencil.

That didn't stop him though. He just doodled on the paper till he couldn't read it, and tear off corners of it.

After that got too boring, he started tapping his pencil. Nobody but the teacher seemed to have a problem with this.

It got to a point where every time the teacher took one of his fidgeting methods, he'd loose a bit of patience.

And on days where is adhd was worse than usual, it would mean low frustration tolerance.

He was doing his best to pay attention, he really was. School was hard with it. It was hard to understand simple things.

The green eyes boy would understand complex equations, but the simplest ones fail. He'd fail to realize that it was easy, making it harder for himself.

He'd be called dumb, or uninterested by teachers and adults. It was never his fault, but not understanding simple things was embarrassing and pathetic.

To him at least.

He was a people pleaser, only wanting to be good enough.

As thoughts danced around dreams mind, he completely zoned out. Forgetting exactly what he was doing.
Looking around the room, he noticed everyone writing something.

He was going to copy the notes, but the page already being filled with little drawings.

And so, he raised his hand.

"Um.. could I have another sheet of paper please?"

The teacher rolled her eyes while grabbing another paper. She eventually got to his desk, while giving him a dirty look.

"Are you even listening? What's wrong with you? You're supposed to be copying the notes."

"Sorry, Miss"
"Yeah, yeah, just do it."

She said while walking off to her desk. Sighing while pulling up her glasses.

But he was sorry. He genuinely didn't mean to be annoying or rude. But the words stung.

'What's wrong with you?'

What was wrong with him?