The way of your movements( Fruk)

7

Francis and I sat on the park bench until he asked if I wanted to start walking around. I agreed to it, and we began our stroll. I have only been around him twice, but it has been nice. I should try starting a conversation this time. I don't want to ask him anything too complex, so I should stick with a yes or no question.

"You date often?" I asked and signed.

But I immediately regret it. That was such a stupid question to ask. He smiled at the question, pointed to himself, made a swaying motion with his hand, placed one of his index fingers at the top of his other, and pushed his right one out.

"I want to."

Wow, isn't he so smart to have been ready for anything? I wonder how much he practiced. I smiled at him, and he pointed to me. He should know the answer to this.

"Nonexistent," I spoke. He began to laugh, and I smiled at him; he really was cute. I would give anything to hear him laugh. I bet it was cute. "Where are you from?" I asked. I smiled at him. His eyes widened, and he quickly took out his board again. He quickly wrote something down.

Showing me...

I don't know what happened, but it was like something inside me had changed.

"France," It read.

I looked at him, horrified, and he gave me a confused look.

"What?" He signed.

"You're French?" I asked. He nodded his head slowly, and he looked concerned.

I hate French people!

I have always had bad experiences going to France.

"What?" He signed.

"I hate French people," I laughed. He rolled his eyes at me and began to write something down aggressively. He showed me what he wrote, and I wanted to laugh. "I'm not fond of British people, but you don't see me being xenophobic," it read.

I couldn't help it.

I began laughing.

He looked at me hopelessly and smiled. I started laughing, and he stood there watching me.

Once I finished, we stared at each other, and it did something to me. "Can I call you a frog?" I asked. He rolled his eyes at me and shook his head. We continued to stare at each other, and I felt awkward. What was I supposed to say now?

Francis reached his hand out and gestured for me to take it. "What? Are we going to walk?" I asked. He nodded at me, and I placed my hand on his. He grabbed mine tightly, and we both smiled at each other as we held hands.

This was different...

My face was feeling hot, and I could see he was too. I should say something. But what?

His lips parted, and it seemed like he was going to say something, but suddenly his head shot toward the left. I lifted an eyebrow, confused, and turned my head too. That's when I saw a girl, she was running toward us, and I felt very confused.

She was waving, and I think it was for Francis. He suddenly let go of my hand, and I felt a little sad.

The woman approached us, and she suddenly grabbed Francis' hands and started jumping around. Uhhhh...who is this? She looked like she was talking fast, and Francis smiled at her and nodded his head.

I felt awkward standing there, waiting for him to say something or do something. I don't know! Anything!

She finally looked at me, smiled, and started to say something. Again...I couldn't hear.

Francis looked at her and me, and I hoped he was explaining it to her. This made me feel anxious, and I began digging through my pockets for the stress ball I carried with me. I began squeezing it in my pockets, and she suddenly got super close to me. Her mouth got wider and I could only assume that she had started talking louder or raised her voice. I looked at her confused and began to step away.

Why wasn't he telling her anything? What was going on? I felt my breathing increase, and then she touched my hearing aids. My eyes widened, and I quickly backed farther away. Francis finally noticed my discomfort, but I couldn't handle the stress.

She kept getting closer, and I felt my breathing increase. "Stop," I tried to laugh off. She looked like she began to laugh, and she came closer. Francis was smiling at her nervously, and she still kept getting closer. "Come on, stop," I spoke and signed. However, she didn't.

I backed up again, and this time I tried using my hands to stop her hands, but she still didn't stop trying to touch my ears. I was starting to get annoyed as I tried to stop her.

"STOP!" I spoke. I think it was loud because I felt it in my throat and saw her face stop smiling. Francis looked at me nervously, and I began to turn around.

Fuck this!

I quickly began to walk away. Why didn't he say something? Didn't he see I was uncomfortable?

Unbelievable, that jerk!

I felt someone grab me, and I turned around, annoyed. It was Francis, and he was gesturing for me not to leave.

"Please..."

"Sorry..."

what he signed.

I looked at him and breathed out. "I want to go home; I don't want to be here," I spoke and signed. I looked at the girl, and she looked a bit concerned. Francis showed me his board and quickly began to write stuff down. I waited a few seconds, and he held it up for me.

"Please, she didn't mean to."

I looked at him, and he began to erase and write more. By then, she had approached us. He held it up again, and I began to read it. "She wants to invite you and your friend out tomorrow to say sorry; come with me?" It read.

I looked at her, and she smiled at me, then at him, and he smiled at me. I don't know why she suddenly felt bad, but this was too annoying for me to deal with. "Fine, don't make me regret it," I spoke and signed. He looked relieved and nodded his head at me. The stress made me tired, and I just wanted to go home.

"I'm tired; goodbye," I signed and began to walk away.