tap tap tap....tap tap tap....tap tap tap.
3 times. Always three times. Always....
tap tap tap t-
NO. Three. Begin again.
tap tap tap...tap tap tap.
The young brunette sat alone at a table in the back of the classroom, silent except for the incessant tapping of her thin, nimble fingers. She couldn't stop. She couldn't get the rhythm wrong. She just couldn't.
tap tap tap....tap tap tap....
She jumped slightly as a book fell onto the desk at her right. She looked up through her long lashes, which continued to sweep her cheeks as she blinked much more often than necessary.
A faint smile touched her lips for a mere second, no more, no less, as she saw who the boy was. Ben. Finally.
He sat down, not saying a word to the girl next to him. Her tapping did not bother him, nor did the excessive blinking. Not even the nearly inaudible throat clearing that happened every 2 minutes. Exactly every 2 minutes.
tap tap tap...ahem....tap tap tap...
Still not a word left his mouth as she turned to look down at the desk again, still tapping, still bliking. He didn't speak, and he didn't need to. They had an understanding.
In the 7th grade a girl named Leah had moved to Wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania. Everyone made fun of her because of her condition, a disease known as Tourette's, she had no friends until one day, a boy named Benjamin Burnley had stood up for her.
As it turned out he was a bit of a loner, and only spoke to a handful of people, at least he only spoke to them and was happy about it. He, also, was bullied because of his quieter ways and the silent darkness that seemed to hang about him. One day, as he saw a boy named Clark picking on the stuttering girl something inside of him broke.
Of course she was still alone for a week, as he had been suspended from school for beating up Clark, but once he returned they were hard to seperate. It was an unusual friendship though.
Neither one of them spoke often, and yet none of the silences they fell into had ever been awkward, just comfortable. Over the years Ben had always stood up for and kept anybody from hurting her, emotionally or physically. He was her rock.
They were now Seniors in high school and nothing had changed. They were still great, yet unusual, friends and he was always there for her, as she was for him in return.
He leaned towards her slightly and said in a quiet voice, "Pop Quiz in World History 4th hour. Aaron found out."
World History? She was horrible at World History. She turned to the tall, dark haired boy, "Thanks..."
He gave her a small smile before turning back to his notebook, returning to sketching out some lyrics. A smile twitched onto her face again. Ben had an amazing voice and so much musical talent....
tap tap tap....tap tap tap....tap ta-
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" A voice exclaimed and the boy infront of the two friends, spun around. He was new at the school.
Shocked, Leah leaned back in her seat slightly as the boy glared daggers at her. What had she done?
"Tap your fingers again and I will rip your hand off." He snapped. She blinked rapidly at him, silent. "Got that flutter face?"
"Another word and I will shove my foot so far up your fucking ass you won't be able to shit for a week."
The boy turns to Ben, about to insult him as well but pauses as he takes in the tall, threatening looking boy. He didn't know if he wanted to risk getting his ass kicked on the first day...
