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He liked to colour.
He liked colouring in things and making them alive. He liked how he could make a dog purple or a tree blue.
It was funny.
He sat by himself in the corner of the cafeteria. Lunch was an hour long, and he couldn't leave campus, so he would stay back and color after eating.
He didn't have loads of friends, there were people that he would talk to and have a laugh with in choir, but it would always just stay in choir.
He truly didn't mind as much as his parents thought he did. High school was important to him, he wanted to focus solemnly on his work and getting into a great college.
And he always wanted to colour without being judged.
There weren't exactly bullies at the school, but people would tend to pass him odd looks when they walked by.
Although usually it was if looks of pity. But we'll talk about that later.
Oh well. He just wanted to colour, is that a crime? No, so let him do it in peace.
The chatter of the cafeteria grew quieter with each passing minute as people began to leave to do whatever they did for the rest of the hour. Scott would sometimes go to the principle, who was also his mother, and stay there for awhile, but he didn't feel like going all he way over there since it tired him out.
"Freakin' wheeler..." Scott rolled his eyes but kept on colouring his heart out.
No, there aren't bullies at this school, there is just one kid. He doesn't attack Scott physically or anything, but nicknames fly out of his mouth.
Scott didn't acknowledge him in anyway, but he did look up when a different voice spoke.
"You're literally ugly, Hayden. Leave him alone. If I called you 'walker' you probably wouldn't care that much, so go write new material while you're at it, straight boy!"
Scott laughed quietly. Hayden rolled his eyes and murmured curse words under his breath as he walked away. The boy was then reveal since he was standing behind Hayden; Scott was genuinely surprised.
It was Mitch Grassi. He was averagely popular, a perfect singer, and probably an angel in disguise.
Scott had only talked to him a few times in choir, but they were in different sections so their interactions were limited.
Mitch rolled his eyes at Hayden and sighed, looking back at Scott.
"Don't take him too seriously... he got kicked out of his last school for trying to sleep with the gym coach."
Scott laughed again, but didn't say anything. Too nervous to try and form a sentence and look even more idiotic then he already does.
"Mind if I sit?" Scott shook his head and gestured to the empty spaces. Mitch sat down and rested his chin on his hand.
"You're in choir, right?" Mitch asked, Scott laughed again and nodded.
"I mean... it's kinda hard to mistake me." Mitch chuckled, and Scott was happy about that. Usually people would get uncomfortable and send him a pitiful look, which Scott hated.
"Yeah... anyway, you're name is Scott? Or was it Benjamin Eidem?" Scott tilted his head slightly in confusion, never hearing that name before, and opened his mouth to reply, but Mitch spoke again.
"Sorry, I know it's Scott. I was just thinking about--nevermind." Scott smiled at him.
But then he became aware of the crayons and colouring books next to him. It wouldn't be too bad if it was an adult coloring book or a therapy coloring book... but he had children coloring books. He liked them more, but he soon began internally freaking out.
Mitch seemed to take notice to, but his only reaction was his eyes widening and a smile coming to his face.
"MayI colour too?" Mitch asked. Scott looked back at him, not sure if he was sarcastically mocking him, or being serious.
Mitch clasped his hands together.
"Pleeeeeeeeeease! I've literally never wanted to do anything more then this exact scenario specifically." Scott smiled and gave him a page.
"Yessssssss!" Mitch murmured as he excited took a page.
And so it went on. They colored for almost an hour, they talked like old friends, and laughed like children.
Scott was didn't know that this was what it was like to have good company. He thought colouring by himself was a good time, but that didn't even compare to colouring with Mitch Grassi.
Also there was mild and subtle flirting, which took Scott by surprise. He thought he might've been getting played, but when he looked over at the table Mitch was previously sitting at; all the laughing, they smiles and just the happiness radiating off the table made it clear that Mitch wasn't that type of person.
Also everything time Mitch would say something flirtatious, she was squeal excitedly.
But the fun came to an end was lunch was almost over.
"Not even going to lie, I'm gonna go home and ask my mother to hang these on the fridge and see was what says." Mitch said with a laugh. Scott laughed too and nodded.
"Definitely. Right next to the alphabet magnets." Mitch laughed, and Scott was giddy that he was the cause of it.
"Choir's next... shall we walk together?" Scott laughed loudly, and Mitch then covered his face with his hands.
"Yeah definitely, let me just unparalyze my legs, then."
Mitch groaned and put his hands down.
"Sorry! That was a genuine mistake! But, Hey! If Helen Keller can walk again, you can too!"
Scott rolled his eyes and giggled.
"Helen Keller wasn't paralyzed, she was blind and deaf. And she didn't get unblind and undeaf, she just learned how to talk."
Mitch hit his head lightly.
"Oh. Right."
Scott smiled and began to push the crayons and books back into his backpack.
"But, if want to, you can push me. But, just a warning, I eat like twenty twinkles a day, so you'll get a great workout." Scott joked.
Mitch smiled and stood up.
And then that's where it started.
Mitch Grassi pushing Scott Hoying as he sat in his wheelchair, colouring.
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I've spelled colour so many times that it doesn't even look like a real word anymore.
