The Boy With Weak Legs (Short Story)

Chapter 3: Meeting The Mute

After school sucks

I was not very thrilled I had to stay after school just to meet this new guy. I only did it because I had nothing else better to do and I didn't want to make Fitzgerald disappointed.

I sat in his class waiting for this kid to show up. While we were waiting me and Fitzgerald grew some type of bond. Its amazing really, I get along with anyone in a short amount of time.

Our conversations were cut short when a boy walks in. Backpack strands on one shoulder instead of both. "Chandler! Glad you could make it." Fitzgerald stood up from his seat and walked over to the door to greet Chandler.

Wait, Chandler? Didn't Allan mention something about a Chandler?

"Better me than Chandler. Guy would probably rape you in here. Not joking either."

Oh, wait, I recall him saying that was a little joke. Heh, I got a little overreacted.

Chandler came over and sat in the little table pod that Fitzgerald had formed earlier. "Dante Chandler. Chandler Dante." Chandler reached over with his hand, I took it and firmly shook it.

"What's up." I greeted. He shyly smiled and nodded his head in response. I had forgotten this guy could not speak.

Judging from appearance. Chandler and I were around the same height and weight. Like me, he had green eyes. Almost the same exact color as mine. His eyebrows were long and thick like mine, and his lips were the same color as mine. Only thing that separated us was his pale skin complexion and long black hair that cover his left eye. He also had a black piercing in his right ear. So I am dealing with a goth guy. Hmm.. I am not complaining. He's unique and I like unique.

"I will be back you guys. Gotta run to the office for some copies." Fitzgerald bolted out the door.

I looked back over to Chandler who seemed to take interest in a notebook. From my point of view, it looked like he was drawing. "What are you drawing?" I asked.

He turned the notebook around so I could see it clearly. He was drawing a person I had not made out who it may be. But it was a girl he was drawing. "Oh, are you drawing your crush?" I asked. He shyly smiled again and nodded.

"Pretty accurate drawing of her! She looks so real." I noted. "You must really like her if you're drawing her out. Planning on asking her out?"

He shook his head and blushed. "Why not man? I'm sure she will say yes to you." I assured.

He turned his notebook back towards him, flipped a few pages giving me an opportunity to see some of his other drawings, until he got to an empty page and began writing. Once done with his little sentence he turned the book back.

I honestly do not know. She's so beautiful and outgoing. Why would she want to go out with some guy who can't even talk?

"I hear you on that." Fitzgerald wasn't lying when he said this guy and I were so alike. He turned his notebook again and started writing. After a few more seconds, he turned his notebook back over.