The way of your movements( Fruk)

4

I met Arthur on an unexpected turn of events. He nearly was hurt trying to look for his hearing aids. At the time, it did not look like that. It did look like he was trying to look for something, but I had no clue what. Then I noticed some of the construction workers fucking around, and he was in the hot spot. Honestly, If I were not there, no one would have done anything to help him, and he would have been in the hospital or worse.

Then I felt like an idiot for being so rude to him. He looked at me like nothing was going on in his head, and a part of me still thinks that sometimes. He sits in front of me, looking around at random things. It seems like he has a one-track mind or is really bored. I hope he is not getting bored because that would make me feel bad.

I don't think he realized how loud he talks sometimes. I can tell he is happy or excited by how louder he gets. His laugh is hilarious; I did not expect him to be so loud. That was not his fault, though. I noticed people staring, but I did not want them to give him any problems.

I would murder someone if they tried.

I am joking!

I would never...

Maybe...

Once the food came, he looked at it excitedly.

Arthur was British. His last name was British, and I could hear traces of his accent in his speech. What was left of it? The way he spoke was connected. Some words or sounds would connect or drop when he talked to me. I could only assume that he spoke that way because he had been deaf for a while; then again, I was too scared to ask about details. I was unsure if it would seem rude, and I did not want to scare him off with any forward or inappropriate questions.

Arthur was an interesting type already. Today he wore khakis and a cute sweater vest that looked knitted. His hair seems messy, but there was a part of me that wanted to assume that he spent time on his appearance. He didn't have facial hair, and it was probably because it all grew on his eyebrows.

He had light freckles across his cheeks, and his eyes were this olive-green color. His features were simple yet beautiful.

I watched as he looked out the window; he was smiling as he looked at some birds. "I wish that I could have been blind instead...because I could at least hear the birds chirping or even your voice," he signed and spoke.

I laughed at what he said and shook my head. I could disagree with that.

He may not hear me, but I'd rather he be deaf than blind. It was nothing against blind people; I would rather he be able to look me in the eyes and understand that I liked him a lot.

Not romantically, of course!

I'd want to look him in the eyes and see his reaction toward me.

I don't want it to seem creepy, but the more I think about it this way, the more it seems that way.

I grabbed the marker and board and began to write what I was thinking. He looked at me with this clueless smile, and it was nice. I wrote, "I like you how you are," showing it to him.

He began to read it, and I couldn't help but admire him. Other things in this world were enjoyed without hearing.

He smiled at me and placed his chin on the palm of his hand. "YOU ARE SO SWEET!" He shouted.

My eyes widened, and I felt people stare. How do I even tell him that he has been shouting? I wonder if he knows but doesn't care. I laughed nervously, and he gave me the sweetest smile. It made me feel warm inside and I didn't know what to do with myself.

I swear...

I was going to learn sign language; I am going to start tonight. I will buy books, take a class, and do whatever it takes. I want to communicate with him how he does. I will study intensely.

I grabbed onto his hand, and he looked at me, confused. "You are going to make me crazy, right?" I asked. I smiled at him, and he looked at me, confused. "I don't understand," he spoke and signed. I shook my head at him and gestured for him not to worry about it.

It doesn't make sense to me, but I want it to.

He began to eat his food, and I quickly grabbed the notebook to ask another question. I pointed to one, and he leaned forward to read it. I wrote a bunch of questions down to be prepared. It read, "Would you like to do this again?"

He smiled once he finished reading it and nodded. "Yes, I need more friends!" He shouted. He began to laugh, and it was hilarious. His laugh was loud and sounded like light gasping noises mixed with screeching. It was really funny, and I couldn't help but laugh.

He was so cute.

I wonder if he was serious that he needed more friends. I'll be his friend forever!

"Do you have a lot of friends?" he signed and asked. I shrugged and held up four fingers. He got the hint and nodded, smiling.

His smile was intoxicating.

Arthur...

Arthur...

Arthur...

I will remember his name for eternity.

Despite his broken speech and connected tones, I could listen to him forever.  He would eat his food in bits and pieces and constantly stir his tea before he drank it. Every so often he would tap the table four times and feel the tablecloth. He was so weird...

For what reason?

Why?

What was he doing to me?

I hardly knew him and could barely communicate with him, yet he made me fall to my knees from just a glance.

I was determined to do more than communicate with him; I wanted to be his best friend.