Autistic Affection! (A Fubble FanFic).

Chapter X: Help Wanted

Fanny's P.O.V:

I took a deep breath to calm myself down after the yelling. "What do you want?" I grumbled at her. She rolled her eyes saying, "You think I WANTED to tell you this?!" She looked away, sighed and hesitantly trembled, "C-Could you help me w-with my c-classwork? A-And help me st-study?" Huh? What did she mean by that? I sat down across from Pencil and she passed me a schedule. The only classes we have together are Homeroom, Mathematics, and Library. "We're going to have midterms soon after winter break a-and I've heard that you're really smart, s-so, umm, is it okay if you can help me ace my midterms?" I honestly don't know what to do. Then she showed a sticky note saying some students' names who are smart enough and willing to help.

Why am I on the top of the list?

I don't like helping others. ESPECIALLY PENCIL LEADING. I didn't want to think too hard about it. "Just because I'll try to help you, that doesn't mean that we'll be friends. Got it?" I proposed to Pencil, which she nodded in agreement. She took out her current report card which showed all D's in every subject, except for Art and Music. She got a B- on both of those subjects. Oh god, she needs help with everything. I looked back at her schedule one more time and said to her, "I'll help you out in 6th period, where we have Library together." Then I left her to be. I went back to my table and finished up my lunch, but didn't bother to talk to anyone.

An hour and a half passed by and it was time for me to go to the Library. I have sat down on a table to read a book I was recently invested in; 'Manipulation and Dark Psychology'. (A.N: It's an actual book! Please check it out!) Although I was never a people person, I've always been fascinated with how people's minds work. I think I might be a psychologist when I grow up. An introverted psychologist that is. I was so invested in my book that I didn't even notice that Pencil took a seat next to me. "Yo, Fanny!" Huh, wha-oh. She opened up her book bag and placed down three, tall, oversized packets of work. You have GOT to be kidding me.

"I know it's a lot, but I only need help with a few problems. Not all of them." She reassured me as I was wondering whether or not to charge ten bucks per hour. "After that, I'll let you stay in 'literature heaven' and leave you alone." She stated as she was flipping page to page. She stopped at a Social Studies question and read aloud, "John Laurens had a duel with General Charles Lee on December 24, 1778, but went through ten stages before then. What were those stages?" Oh great...history. Never had the guts to actually pay attention to Professor Fourteen's class. It's either boring or disturbing...it's borturbing. I did watch the Hamilton musical not too long ago so I got 'some' idea on how to answer the question.

I yanked out my phone and searched up 'Ten Duel Commandments' on YouTube and played it in a low volume. "What are you doing?" Pencil exclaimed with an attitude. "Well I was TRYING to help you. This question relates to a musical I watched called 'Hamilton' and the steps they meant were the ten duel commandments. Soldiers go through those commandments before actually killing their opponent. If you listen to this song, it'll give you some answers. I even like one of the lyrics where the chorus sang, 'Pick a place to die where it's high and dry.' Whew! Gave me the chills." Then Pencil made a facial expression that looked like someone vomited on her head and she wanted to throw that person in the nearest dumpster possible.

"What?" I asked. "I can like musicals if I want to. I'm not an alien." She stammered with a gaping mouth with nothing but little confused pencil sounds (If pencils can make sounds in the first place) then sighed in exasperation. "Nevermind." And skipped at least 5 pages and made her way to a science section and read out the next problem, "What are factors that affect gravity? Use complete sentences as your solution." I thought for a while, not knowing how to help out without revealing the answer. "Well, umm, for starters, let's go back in time for a bit. What is gravity?" Pencil scoffed and exclaimed, "Are you serious? Gravity is a force that helps out...umm...t-things with mass...a-and umm...weight? I don't know!" Huh, impressive. She actually knows some vocabulary other than synonyms for 'stuck' or 'idiot'. "Okay, good. We're off to a start. Now with what you said, the question is asking us to label the factors of gravity. So, how would I word what you said from a scientist's perspective?" I asked her. She got into deep thinking then wrote something down as her answer.