The Silent Sleeper (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 Feeling of Feeling Unique

(Jakob's P.O.V)

He's mute. Is that why he doesn't talk?

Well no shit you dumbass he's MUTE.

Shut up brain...

No

I groaned in annoyance. " Great, now I'm going crazy.."I said to myself.

"What are you talking about you've always been crazy." My mother said walking into my room.

"Shut up mom.." I said when realization hit me. She walked over to my bed which I was laying on and hit me on the small of my back.

"OW!" I said rubbing my sensitive back. "God you know my back is sensitive!" I said glaring at her.

"Next time I'll hit you with a pineapple." She said walking out my door. I glared after her.

"To bad I ate the last one..."I said to no one. Sighing I flopped back on my bed. I lay there for a while thinking. That boy, no one knows who he is because he's mute? Hasn't anyone made the effort to go up and get to know him? I sighed again in frustration. Why was I so worried about this guy? I needed to clear my head for a bit. All this thinking was making my head hurt. I got up from my bed and went to my desk sifting through my homework contemplating wether or not I should do it or not. I stopped and looked at myself in my standing mirror.

"Oh no...Kris is getting to me." I said to myself in horror. "MOOOOOOOOOOM!" I yelled flailing my arms. I ran downstairs and slammed into my mom on accident. "MOM!" I yelled grabbing her face, "Kris is getting to me! I've been swearing and procrastinating and and and...MY MIND IS DIRTY MOM!" I sank to my knees grabbing her by the legs. "What do I doo..." I whimpered. She looked at me lost and seemed to be finally registering what I had said.

"Jakob let go real quick." She said. I obeyed and let go. She walked over to the sink and filled one of our metallic bowls with water. Leaving it in the sink she turned around to look at me. "Jakob come here." She said. I looked at her strange and stood next to her. "What do you see?" she asked.

I looked down at the bowl in the sink. "A bowl of uhm..water?" I said making it sound like more of a question.

She nodded. " Okay look closer, what do you see?" she asked again.

I leaned my head closer to the sink. "Erm...I see...myself?" I asked.

She stroked the back of my head tsking. "Oh Jakey...." She said. Then she dunked my head in the water and pulled me back out.

"WHAT THE HELL MA!" I sputtered wiping the water out of my eyes.

She lifted her arms and looked up at the ceiling. "The child has been cleansed!" she yelled.

I looked at her weird. "What is wrong with you woman..." I said wiping my face with a paper towel.

She sighed and put her arms down. "But seriously Jakey no more cussing, and your homework better be done and turned in on time."

I rolled my eyes before I made my way back upstairs. "Oh Jake, one more thing." I turned around and my face was met with something hard. It fell to the ground with a loud thunk. I looked down at the projectile.

"WHAT THE HELL MA?!" I yelled picking it up. "Where did this frikken pineapple come from!"

She smirked. " I bought another one today. Told yah I'd hit you with a pineapple the next time." I glared at her one last time before I headed upstairs pineapple and all.

When I got to my room I placed the pineapple on my desk and went to go change my shirt and dry my hair. When I got back I started on my homework not wanting to be dunked or hit by a pineapple again. When I finished I looked at the clock and noticed it was still a bit early. Having nothing else to do, I decided to go out and make use of myself.

I decided to go to the park down the street from my house.

"Mom, I'm going to the park don't wait up!" yelled.  She came out from her room and smiled evily.

"Remember Jakey, if you do any of the things I told you not to do," she pulled a pineapple out from behind her. Where the hell did she get that? Did she just pull that out of her as-NO bad Jakob bad Jakob! I said to myself. " This pineapple will go places the sun don't shine. Do I make myself clear?" she continued.

I nodded bit scared before walking out the door. I plugged in my earphones and blasted my music before continuing down the street. Nine in the Afternoon by Panic At The Disco was on.

As I walked I remembered that boy I saw yesterday. How did I not notice him before? Blaire told me he was in most of my classes, so what gives?

Back to the street, down to our feet, losing the feeling of feeling unique. Do you know what I mean?

Maybe its because I'm like everyone else. The person who likes to name every little stereotypical group there was at school, and soon become one of them.

Now that I think about it even more, that boy only gets bullied because hes different from everyone else. The reasons why he gets bullied or never noticed is because people are scared of different. Everyone at school are only used to sameness. In this case different is bad.

I arrived at the park and decided to go on the swings. It was quiet at the park today. Not many people were out today. It was almost empty. I sat down at the swings and kicked off, swinging back and forth.

I looked down at my phone and went through the unknown. When I looked up I saw something fast moving to the left of me. I looked over and noticed someone riding there skateboard. It was a boy wearing a beanie, a white shirt with black sleeves, black skinnies, and some really cool looking Nike's. He turned facing me, and thats when I noticed it was him, the boy from our school.

He didn't seem to notice me. I watched him skate for a bit before he made his way towards the swings. He hit a bump in the sidewalk and fell off hitting the floor. I jumped off the swing running towards him.

"Are you okay?"I asked kneeling beside him worried.

He looked up at me again opening his mouth before he shut it. He shoved me off going to grab his skatedboard. Before he could skate off I grabbed him by the hand. He looked down at our hands blushing before taking it back. My hand never felt colder. He looked irritated yet you could still see him fighting off his blush.

"I..I know that you...can't" I tried to find the words to say to him, but I couldn't. "I know that...you can't talk..." I continued.

He looked at me sadly before he grabbed his skateboard and rode off.

"Well...that was...pleasent?" I said to myself before walking back home.

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Thanks again for reading! Poor Jakey...hes getting so close to talking to him...ahh well...till next time!

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