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He doesn't understand..." Halle Bailey's voice is muffled and the world is the soft blue hue as a new day dawns. The windows are open and the air is cool as it's late in the autumn season. It's much too early for breakfast and much too late to sleep. 

Nicky's feet are tucked in a blanket of warm coil stitching and he's sipping on a cup of pumpkin spice hot coffee from the kurig. He's been up all night. An hour after lights out he crept out and nestled on the cushioned window sill in a soft version of half sleep hallucinating about different things as the night sky moved across the cold glass. 

He's wearing soft checkered nightie pants and his matching button up is open revealing the small muscles lining his tan chest. He's only just moved over here to the couch and the Disney plus account was already selected from the night before. He's watching the movie intently, every color catches his eye. 

There's a soft thud nearby and he turns to look at his brother Ricky coming down in his solid colored light blue tight onesie a size too small. The boys are freshmen in high-school and should be wearing boxers and T-shirts when they sleep but these designer clothes are soft and Nicky wouldn't admit it out loud but he liked seeing Ricky wearing clothes a size too small. There was a warm thick mystery running down Ricky's thigh and Nicky could see everything. The buttons even purse a little down below Ricky's waist. 

Ricky smiles, "You're up this early to watch the little mermaid, again?"

"It's my favorite movie. Please don't bog me about it today." Nicky returns to look at the screen turning away from his inappropriate thoughts. 

Ricky sits down next too him and Nicky feels like it might be too close but he doesn't say anything. In fact he inches closer. Ricky's hand finds his knee; a serious gesture. 

"That's not why I got up. I wanted to talk to you... about Dicky." Ricky started off slow and the light from the slowly rising sun reflected off his pony blonde hair. 

Nicky's attention was snared. 

"He's been a little strange since he got back, hasn't he?" Asks Ricky. 

Nicky reaches for the coffee table and presses the volume up on the TV remote and then switches on the heater with another remote adding a soft white hum to dull their conversation. It was definitely something they didn't want to be overheard. 

"A little?" Nicky scoffs and then gasps because Ricky's hands are suddenly on his chest. 

Ricky apologizes, "You have a bar code to a Gatorade stuck on your collar." 

Ignoring the intense exchange and continues, "He's shutting us out. It's like he's not even Dicky anymore. I saw him cleaning, yesterday. Like, what the Hell is that? Dicky doesn't clean." 

"Exactly. He's been lacing up his shoes in a different way. He always wore velcro. I even saw him reading. It was Edgar Allen Poe, a book of poems but still. Dicky isn't the same and he's not talking to us."  Ricky turns away and sits strangely with his hands on his knees and his back all straight. 

They sit like this together for some time. The movie plays and when prince Eric is out on the cobblestone staircase singing a song that definitely wasn't in the cartoon Ricky finally eases back into the cushion of the couch. Nicky, instinctively puts his feet on Ricky's lap and neither one of them notice how close he is to a place he probably shouldn't be. 

A door shuts upstairs and the sound of running water fills the air. Someone else is up. It's time to get ready for school. 

A bell ringing is loud and annoying. The hallways flood with students. Mae's head is spinning today. It usually does and the medications Dr. McCanthony has been giving her work most of the time. No one knows she takes them and no one would know why but she's hopeful in the idea that she might not be the only one like her.