Autism.

Opening up

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3rd POV

Anthony had taken off his shades. This was the only time Belle got to see his eyes again. Innocent, scared, but always alert. She sat beside him still on the library floor, with her arms crossed and eyes locked on him.

"I h-have autism." He said lowering his gaze and quickly put his sunglasses on. "I hate eye contact and I figure that if I wear sunglasses it would help me be able to directly look people in the eye when talking which I barely do anyway....." Anthony took a deep breath preparing himself for everything he was going to tell Belle not caring what the outcome would be. "I grew up in England, my parents were very respected and envied.......till they had me."

"My mom found out I had autism at a young age. It took me longer to talk and when I did I hated interacting with people. Kids would bully or tease me because being on the spectrum I would say or do things out of the ordinary or have tantrums from loud noises, some of those things I did were considered "different" from everyone else...... I was tricked into doing and saying things easily as well-"

"One older 5th grader took advantage of that one day by tricking me into putting my tongue on a frozen poll at recess, I stood there the whole day in the cold thinking he'd come back for me, he never did, after that day I don't think I could trust people at all."

He sat there for a few minutes saying nothing and Belle kept quiet waiting for him to continue talking.
"-It got worse in when I started wearing sunglasses. In England wearing dark sunglasses all the time was not easy to get away with especially with the bad weather. Typically I'd end up getting a new pair of glasses every 2 weeks...my parents didn't even bother ask what happened to them, all they cared about was my grades which was never a problem."

" I recall the day my father shook me above the couch by the scruff of my clothes. My body moved more like a rag doll than a boy of ten. Right before then the radio had been playing 'The Beetles'...those songs of love. Then there was his rage and I had no idea why he was mad. Mother ran in screaming for him to stop, "He was just doing his math! Stop!" She was right, I had been lying before the fireplace with my workbook, quite happily doing sums. My father thought I had been jumping and that was the reason his stereo had failed to record the music. He dropped me and left me crumpled there, too shocked to cry, just breathing....my dad took the little happiness of solitude I had away. He'd done much worse things that I don't feel comfortable to talk about."

"My mom never really did anything only when it got really bad she pitied her own child but couldn't do anything to help me how.....ironic. I think my dad hated me because of the shame I brought him not being able to do things normal boys do with their dad's. He died 2 years later. I didn't cry once at his funeral. Not once."

"My life seemed to have gotten shittier than it already was. We moved here, the bullying stopped but once everyone found out I have autism I was treated like a pity case like I couldn't do anything myself and then I hit rock bottom because I'd rather get fooled and mocked all day than be pitied. But as I was loosing all hope......I met you and even though you knew something was wrong with me you were understanding about it, you never viewed me diffrently. Belle, you make me happy and feel diffrent tons of emotions. When I'm with you I feel....normal."

Belle moved her head closer to Anthony. He sat frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leaned in, so her forehead rest against his. Anthony closed his eyes his breath quickening. "Thank you," She said in barely more than a whisper.
"For what?" Anthony replied, his voice low and shakey.

"For being you." Her voice waverd, exhilarated from the tension between them.
Belle gently leaned in and kissed Anthony's warms lips. They pulled apart and to take shaky, shallow breaths.

His lips brush her innocently, I want to pull away before I lose myself Belle thought but she couldn't seem to...In this minty moment, her senses had been turned off and she could no longer think straight.

"Belle" he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. She smiled, her heart fluttering at his voice as she clasped her hands on either side of his face. Never before has her name ever felt so wonderful coming out of someone's mouth, She thought, as they leaned in for another.......

Belle's Pov
I was just about to kiss Anthony again but the realization of us being in the school library hit me hard. Putting my hand in his chest I stopped him."Anthony we're in the school library." I whisper as he squeezes my hand. "I've never been this happy before Belle." Anthony put at strand of loose hair behind my hair biting his lower lip. "I'm so happy." I smiled at him tilting my head.

"My mom doesn't like me being with you....but I don't care what she says about you I won't listen to her."

"I always listen to everything my mom says but if she ever even tries to take you away from me I don't know if I'll be able to control my anger this time" He muttered putting his hands hands into fists and looked down frowning.

"Calm down Anthony." I soothed kissing his cheek. He took a deep breath and stood up checking his watch."I have to go back to class and hand in my paper," He said running a hand through his hair."Come with me after school." He said more as a command than a question.

Standing on my toes I give him one more hug and he responded to it by holding me tightly. "I'm getting used to this." Anthony mumbled squeezing me. I laughed softly giving him peck on his lips. "I'll see you after school." He nodded hugging me one more time before packing his things and going away.

Anthony finally opened up to me today. He's getting better at showing his feelings. The more I see him the more I see myself wanting to be with him.

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