We danced. Or tries to anyway. I put my feet on his and we swayed to the beat of my favorite Ed Sheeran song.
Amy pulled up on the other side of the park and put me into the backseat.
She gave Kevin a ride home and I waved as his Mum shut the door behind him with a small smile.
Amy drove us home too, with an unreadable expression.
"Do you like him?" she asks as we near our street.
I don't respond with any movement or noise. She pulls up in the driveway and I quickly scribble something onto my whiteboard for her to read.
'He is my friend.'
She gives me a skeptical look.
"Isn't he something more?"
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Disabled
Short StoryWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
