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[8] - happiness

[8] - happiness

how do you act around disabled people? do you become uncomfortable, like some people do?

J.

when justin was young, his mother kept him hid away from the other children. she'd kept him isolated almost his whole life, so his social skills weren't nearly as good as other twenty one year olds.

justin knew he was way behind, like a premature baby. . .
: :

justin glanced down at the phone is his hand. the bright screen glowed, powerful, in the dark room. his honey eyes seep over it, becoming filled with accomplishment.

he'd finally got a number. her number. he'd never would've thought he'd gotten that girl's number like that. he was too eager to click onto her contact, and start conservation. but, he'd just got her number, and didn't want to seem. . .thirsty. . .

to justin, the girl didn't look like she'd like to be texted right after she'd gave him her number.

why couldn't she just text him first? would it be so hard?

a soft knock on his bedroom door had taken justin's eyes off of the phone's screen. he knew it had to be his mother. she was the only one who knocked like that, and the only other person that could be knocking was his father, who barely came up from the basement.

justin slid off of his bed, with his phone tucked away in his hand. he was still hopeful that maybe she'd text him first.

justin grabbed onto the doorknob with his empty hand, turning it softly, and came face to face with his mother. he looked at her, a small smile decorating his face. just the thought of her son being happy made pattie beam with a smile.

they stood there, smiling at each other for a second, pattie getting caught up in her son's happiness to remember why she'd come up here in the first place. he looked so excited and happy, pattie though, maybe he met a girl? she'd definitely ask him about it. . .

"honey. . .come down to eat," pattie finally spoke up, the cream colored apron around her waist, making her look like a pastry chef. justin nodded at his mother, his fingers gripping around the phone in his hand.

justin eased himself down, so that his lips were inches away from his mother's forehead. justin didn't necessarily tower over his mother, but he'd love to kiss her on top of her head and place light butterfly kisses onto her forehead.

a way to tell her he loved her, without all the words. it meant more to pattie when he'd do it, because anyone could say that they loved their parents, but what would happen if they couldn't talk?

pattie stayed silent, closing her eyes, as she felt justin's soft lips peck her forehead. the blush always appeared on her cheeks whenever she'd feel his lips upon her head. he'd never forget to inhale her motherly scent. her sweet scent. justin wondered what season smelt like.

justin eased back from his mother. pattie reopened her eyes to see her son watching her. pattie only blushed more, "come on, sweetie," pattie said, as she began to usher him down the stairs and to the kitchen, where dinner sat.

j

ustin followed behind his mother, like a lost, little puppy. he rarely ever disobeyed her, seeing as there was no reason to do such thing. make her more frustrated then she already was? justin would pass that any day.