So there we were in the car, him driving silently, me, filled with ulterior motives. I watched as his jaw stiffened then relaxed, his brows permanently furrowed.
"What are you thinking about so hard? I asked, curious what had him so bemused. And yes, I occasionally get fancy with the diction.
"Hmm?" he said, whipping his head around at me, clearly too lost in thought to realise I was talking.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" I rephrased.
He chuckled, "I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I now know you can literally kick my ass" he joked, referring to my little stint earlier.
I chuckled right along with him "I told you I knew Jujutsu, or do you not recall our little heart to heart when we ditched detention?"
"How could I forget, I'm still scarred from that little trip" he fake shuddered, "and we never had that bonding moment that comes with these adventures," he said, winking at me.
"Well, we almost did until you freaked out about a little swimming" I teased, looking out the window as we whipped past the trees.
"HA!" he said loudly, "If you're calling diving from a 40 feet cliff 'a little swimming', you're more insane than I thought you were" he shook his head.
"It's because I'm an adrenaline junkie who puts herself in life or death situations because it's the only way I can feel whole or alive, I'm paraphrasing of course" I chuckled.
He turned his head towards me and looked at me with what an expression that could almost be described as solicitude.
Bet that would be worth at least 20 points in scrabble
"Is it hard?" he asked.
His stare made me uncomfortable, I didn't want pity and certainly not his. "Have you read about it?" I countered
He blushed and looked away shyly "I'm not gonna lie, I got curious that day and googled it a bit" he answered.
"So you read what some of our traits are?" I asked.
"Yeah, I saw a few, all sounds a bit out there to me though" he answered, brushing off my refusal to break eye contact.
"Well, how do you know you can trust anything I say then, I could be lying to manipulate you right now," I said, removing all emotion from my face and voice. Showing what I really am beneath the facade.
"Cause my Ma use to always tell me 'trust yah gut, it's big like that cause that's where all your instincts are', and my gut tells me that there's more to you than some diagnosis" he answered, smiling as he reminisced about his mother.
For once, the usual thoughts that followed someone opening up to me bothered me. Instead of prying just to get the information for leverage later, I wanted to know because I wanted to know more about him. On account of my inability or maybe blatant refusal to filter my thoughts, the words started falling out of my mouth.
"Why are you different?" I said, more to myself than him, but still aware that he had heard me. The thought crossed my mind before but it was starting to become more obvious, the more I spent time with him.
He smiled "Maybe because there's more to me too" he winked.
I looked at him then jumped excitedly in my chair "Alright, this bonding thing was fun but time to kick it up a notch, pull over." He obeyed and pulled over.
"Move over, I'll drive" I stretched out my hand, wiggling my fingers waiting for him to remove the keys from the ignition and hand them to me.
He stared at me, wide-eyed, as though I'd grown another head.
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