Their Story (Only Up To Chapter 15)

The New Girl

He dashes down the street eagerly, his brown hair flowing in the Auttum wind as his grey jacket flew on the breeze unzipped, showing the short young man's thin figure and the energy and joy in his eyes as he dashes into the school, typing on his phone and sprinting down the hall in a frenzy of enthusiasm. His thin jeans are just tight enough to fit his thin waste and his white shirt ties the outfit together with the logo of the game he'll play religiously for a month, quit for a year, then play again. Why?

He has a condition...

He turns the corner thinking aloud, "oh boy they're gonna love this plot twi-"

He slams into a bulky young man with short, black hair, blue eyes, dark skin, a red sports jersey, black running pants, a tall, bulky build, and a kind smile turned into a shocked look of concern.

"Shawn you alright little bud?" He asks helping the young man up and onto his feet, untouched by the force of the impact.

"Yeah I'm fine Johnny," Shawn smiles, "what did I miss? I know I'm late as Hell."

"Not much," Johnny smiles, "just that I got a football game this Friday. You updating that story you write in the library again?"

"Yeah!" Shawn exclaims like a four year old getting permission to pet a puppy, there is an inoccent joy in his eyes, "I got the best plot twist! They're gonna love it!"

"I'm sure they will dude," the duo begin to walk down the hall to the library, "you really are great at writing stuff huh?"

"Well yeah," Shawn shurgs, "I mean autistic people tend to be good at that sorta thing."

"Why do you have to hide your condition?" Johnny inquires, "it's not like anyone's gonna judge you."

"Yeah I'm gonna call bullshit," Shawn shakes his head, "right now, they see a talented young writer. They see me as an equal. If they knew, they'd see the poor autistic kid and look down on me man. Look, the only ones who know are you and me. Keep it that way."

"If you say so dude," Johnny shrugs, "but I'm telling you just be yourself and you'll be fine."

The two walk down the halls with white tile floors, red lockers, and brown walls where there aren't lockers as they approach the library...

A young woman enters the library, curiosity fills her as her blue eyes scan the words sprawled on the whiteboard in front of the shelves of books, hanging on the brown wall at eye level above the green carpet. She brushes back her blonde hair, which rests on her shoulders and goes past them by a couple of inches as her white sweater keeps her more or less athletic build that is matches by her tall height, warm and cozy along with her jeans. She reads the tale written with admiration and enjoyment, devouring each word like a large slice of cake, savoring it to the end until two young men enter. One, the taller one, signals the others gathered around the board to move which they comply with as the shorter and slightly younger one approaches the whiteboard, ignoring the girl entirely along with the other readers she didn't notice until now due to being so entangled with the tale before her, and he erases the story.

"What are you doing?" She demands, "that story was great! Don't erase it!"

The young man is in his own world as he opens a marker and begins to write the story, muttering to himself as he writes, "this is where it gets good."

"Hello?" The girl inquires, trying to get the young man's attention to no avail. "Earth to random guy!"

She snaps in the young man's ear to which he, without actually thinking and as if on autopilot replies, "yes yes I know it took forever. Sorry about that."