What are we?

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Me and Noah talked for a while and I realised something. He wasn't that bad. He talked way too much but he wasn't a bad person. "Lynnette do you live here alone?"
"Yeah; my parents moved to Tokyo in November and I stayed here."
He seemed like he actually wanted to listen to me. "I see. You're good at keeping the house clean."
"Thanks...."
Then approached an awkward silence which I wasn't going to break and he knew that. "You must be lonely then huh?"
"I-I guess I mean I kind of like it, no arguments or shouting only my thoughts."
"I see... I mean me and my dad we fight all the time when he's at home and as much as I hate it being alone 24-7 I don't know."
"Maybe... but i like it."
And the awkward silence comes again. Noah had his hands twisted up in one another and was fiddling while I stood dead still he seemed nervous and unstable; from his small breakdown I didn't expect him to be ok. "Lynnette we have been talking for over 2 weeks now... would you say we are friends."
A punch hit me to the stomach as everything freezes around me. Friends? I never had one of them I was... I still am always the no-one that's invisible and no one cares about. But these 2 weeks have been difficult as much as I hated the conversations and forced social interactions. I kind of liked it a bit too. "What do you think?"
I had a trembling to my voice which was standing out like a sore thumb. "I'd say we were friends and friends trust each other. You're the sort of person I have always wanted to be friends with I have tried to speak with you all year Lynnette."
He had? I never noticed; I guess I was always wrapped up in studying or learning now come to think of it.. I remember him asking me a few times if I was ok or if he could get me anything while he was getting something. But he saw me as a friend and for once I smiled. Like his weird smile. "Then yes. I think we are friends."
His face lit up like actual joy of me
Being his friend... what a weirdo? "Great."
"Great"
I never thought I would be like this. Is it pathetic? I don't know but now maybe I can be myself a bit more as I have a friend that I particularly dislike.... who's a bit weird.

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