Loving His Autism (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

The morning before

Blues Pov:

I wake up suddenly from my nightmare, sweat dripping down my face drenching my sleeping shirt. Scrambling to sit up I clutch a hand over my heart trying to get the rapid beating to slow down. I breath hard as the scenes from my latest nightmare plays through my mind like a recording.  I don't notice that I have tears dripping down my face until one lands on my hand. I wipe my face off and get out of bed walking to the fridge to get a water bottle, I look in my fridge and see that I don't have a lot in there and remind my self to go shopping tonight after work.

I look at the clock on the stove and it says 1:00 am, only three hours of sleep and I know I won't be able to sleep any more after that horrible dream that is still replaying in my mind. So, I turn on the lights and pull my laptop out of its case and sit on the couch. I open my work files and work on the project that I was working on last night before Mr. Steel interrupted me. I work on it until its finish and look at the clock and see it only 4:00, so I go back in fixing all of its small problems perfecting it making sure it is above the expected design and then when I deem it worthing I finally turn it in. By the time thats done it is 6:00. I get dressed in my work outfit and walk out of the door by 6:15 leaving me plenty of time to  get to work on time with a little bit of time to spare.

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 I get out of the taxi after paying the driver and hurry to the revolving door leading to the building trying to get out of the frigid cold. The time is 6:45 when I arrive on the design team floor. I step off the elevator into a dark room I takes me three minutes to find the lights. I sit down at my desk, open up my computer and get to work. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I'm to concentrated on making my billboard design perfect to answer it.

At 7 people slowly trickle in but I noticed that Mr. Gray does not arrive until 8:30. I guess he is the boss of the design team and he can arrive a little later but I thought he would want to tell us what he wanted us to do for the new assignments given by Mr.Steel. But he barley glances towards us to the way to his office and closes his door. He looked like he was hungover, or maybe he is just tired.

I get really caught up in my work enjoying all of my time spent designing things. I love the feeling when I think about how someday my design will be seen by people around the world and maybe one day I will be able to create something that will inspire someone.

Art was my escape throughout my childhood. I would spend my free time at school in the art room or in the library with a sketch pad or my paints. I would imagine me in the future painting in my very own studio and eventually getting my paintings in a art gallery. But the eventually I had to come back to reality and face the harsh truth that was my life . A horrid nightmare.

 I  was working on the Billboard design when a hand comes into my line of sight and taps the desk in front of me. I follow the hand up the its owners face and see. Mr. Steel standing in front of my desk with a gentle smile on his face that turns to a frown but it disappears as soon as it appeared replaced again with a smile. I feel my cheeks get warm as a quickly glance down in embarrassment why did he frown, did I do something wrong?

"Hi Blue Christi and I are going out to eat for lunch and wanted to see if you wanted to come along so I can get to know my new employee." Lunch? I look down at my computer screen and see the time was 12:05 I guess it was time for lunch. But, I don't want to impose. I also probably won't don't have enough money to pay for it I won't until I get my first paycheck and that will go towards my rent.

"I-I c-ca" But as I start to decline his offer I look up and see Christ by the door with a worried expression on her face I seemed our fight had put some stress on her, so with out thinking I agreed to going to lunch with them I didn't want Christi to be worried any more  "Ok L-let me t-tell Mr. white"