It's Okay to be Different

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What the fuck is Scott's problem!? I told him why I didn't want to do it. Does he want to torture me or something?

About a minute after the final bell rings at the school, Scott trudges into our home and plops down on the couch right next to me.

His eyes look emotionless and he has tear stains on his face. I hate seeing Scott like this but I refuse to throw away everything I've ever known to help him. I want Scott to be happy, I really do... I already tortured myself enough with the principal... and now he wants me to do it to an entire classroom.

I scoot closer to him and put my arms around his torso. He immediately melts into my embrace and nuzzles his nose in my neck. He leans us back so we're laying on the couch and he's laying on top of me with his head resting on my chest.

It's backwards but it's okay because he's adorable right now.

If we were human, we most likely would have fallen asleep right there in that comfortable position. Neither of us speak for the entire rest of the evening, nor through the entire night. It stays completely silent. It isn't weird, though. It's a comfortable silence.

When it's finally time for us to get ready for school, again, neither of us speak one word to the other. I can't tell if it's because Scott is mad at me or upset for rejecting his request or if it's just because we aren't talking.

I take the shower first and take extra time to style my hair. I want to do something crazy to it... like dye it or something like that. It's always been this boring and dull brown. That's not important right now.

Scott walks aimlessly into the bathroom while I'm messing with my hair, strips, and gets into the shower. He acts as if I'm not even there. This whole thing must really have him shook up. I glance over through the frosted glass of the shower door and even though it's hazy and only a silhouette, I meet his eyes. I stare at him for a few moments before simply leaving the bathroom. I hear his quiet singing moments after. He knows I can hear it.

''You, You light up in the dark
You're the glowing and priceless work of art
I see, I see your shining star
You're the light through my window from afar.

And don't you forget
The only thing that matters if your heartbeat going strong
Oh, don't you forget
That nothing else can matter cause you know where I belong

Oh, take me there
Oh, take me there
Won't you take me...
Home?'

God I love his voice. It's so soothing. I could listen to it 24/7. I yell for Scott to get out of the shower after he sits in there for almost 45 minutes. He kept singing and we're 15 minutes late to school but it doesnt matter to be honest. He comes out in less than 30 seconds fully dressed and his hair styled.

We use our speed to get to the school and check ourselves in, saying our mother got home late from work.

"Go sit down," I whisper to Scott when we walk into the class. "I'll talk to the teacher." I walk to the front desk as he walks go the back of the class. I notice at least 80% of the class has their eyes locked on him.

I lean over to the teacher. "Sorry for our tardiness. Can I speak to the class for a moment? It's an important announcement."

"I guess so. Make it quick."

I clear my throat and face the class. "Good morning everyone. I would like to make a quick announcement."

I meet the eyes of every single person in the classroom, except for Scott, before taking a deep breath.

"Nothing happened yesterday in class." I pause for a moment to see if it worked... more to wait for the protest. "Am I right?" I'm met with an array of yes and nods. I glance up at Scott. His mouth is slightly agape and his eyes are wide, staring at me, with tears pouring out of them. "Thank you." I acknowledge the class and take my seat next to Scott.

'Why?' He asks.

'Because it killed me to see you hurt like that.'

'So you hurt yourself to make me happy?'

'It's what you do for the person you love.'  I know he's smiling even though I'm looking forward.

'I love you too Mitchie. Thank you so much.'

The things you do for someone when you're in love...