"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you."
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Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
"So whats it like chugging that beer of yours illegally?" Ross asks, flipping the page of the book that was written in roman. Laura chuckled, putting the green bottle down.
"Its an amazing feeling that everyone wants to feel." she states, crossing her legs on the chair she was sitting on. They we're now at the park, sitting on a wooden bench with a wooden table. It didn't look very stable, but it was still useful. Ross rest his arms on the hard wooden table,
"Hey..How come I've never been to your house before?" he asks her, bluntly looking at his book.
She shrugged in response, "Cause we haven't."
"Why not?"
"Cause I don't want to show you my apartment, weirdo." she chuckled. He threw a Dorito chip at her, as she laughed. "Idiot."
"Baka." he says in Japanese. She giggled, "What was that? Spanish for cow? Are you calling me a cow!?!?" she suddenly shouts at him. He smirked. "Maybe."
"Ergh you idiot!" she jumped on him, tackling him to the ground. She tickled him as he laughed loudly. "Stop let go!" he laughs hardly, trying to escape. She finally stop, leaving them staring at each other. She was right on top of him, staring right back at him. He coughed, as she rolled off of him.
She grabs the beer that was on the wooden table, reaching to drink. She was just about to chug some more, but suddenly, Ross' hand came upon the bottle, and slapped it out of her hand.
The green bottle of beer came landing on the grass, as they both stared at it.
"What the fuck was that for?" she semi-shouts.
"It was spiked. It had a sleeping pill melting in it." he tells her. Her eyes widened. "What!?! How would you tell if it was?!? Your crazy. Who would have spiked it anyway?! We we're only on the ground." she states in a state of confusion. He sighs.
"Well. I'll let you in on the secret. I have Synesthesia." he sighs. She raised an eyebrow. "Just how many things do you have?" she shakes her head.
"Maybe more than I know."
"Just continue.."
"Well, since I have... THAT, I can hear colors, shapes, smell and taste words." he stated, "And well, I looked at the bottle which sounded like a really low key on a keyboard, before the tackle, but after the tackle, all I heard was the same key, but another key playing at the same time." he explains.
"Aren't you colored blind?"
"Yes. Colored-blind. Not colored death. When I hear them, I can't see the colors. Thats why when I look at a color -- a distinctive one obviously -- I only hear it instead of seeing it."
Her eye brows raise once again. "Lucky you. I wish I had that." she smiled. He shrugs. "Its not as good as you think. Before I was home-schooled, something happened." he sighs, tapping on the table.
"What happened?" Laura asked in anticipation. He looked at the grass, then looked back at Laura.
"Well..it started in 3rd grade."
~~~flash back~~~ pewwwwww back in time
He was only 7 years old. Ross was in the back of the classroom, drawing a picture. But only with triangles.
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He giggled at it, as he put his initials at the corner of the drawing. He got up clumsily from his seat, walking over to the teacher. He tugged on her shirt, as she turned around to meet eyes with his.
"Hello there Ross. Are you done with your drawing?" she asked. Her name was Ms Able. The art teacher. He giggled at showed it to her, smiling. Everyone in the class was nosy, so they listen to their conversation.
"With triangles only? What about circles and squares?" she asked him. He shakes his head. "I like triangles." he smiles.
"And why is that?" she put her hands on hips.
"Because triangles have different from every other shape. They have three sides that work together, then again most shapes have four sides." he states. "Well that's an amazing theory. And... no colors?" she asked him with eye brows furrowed.
"What are colors?"
And everyone laughed at him.
~~~ end of flash back~~~ poooof
"Well that's what happened. To this day, people still make fun of me for that." he chuckled, drawing on his paper. "Well their idiots, cause they are missing out on an amazing person like you." she grinned at the blonde who was blushing madly at her comment.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever." he looked back down at his drawing. She watched his facial expression. For once. He was smiling. A large smile. A big smile.
A smile that could end wars and cure cancer.
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hello there
Sorry for the wait. I've have procrastination syndrome..lol
but anyways, tysm for reading my books, that makes me really happy. love you all
