Words Unspoken

Friends and Crushes

The first friend I had made here was Patch. He's just a great guy, and I love how he does his best to make me laugh. I remember he thought I was deaf , all he had to do was ask my name. I got 'Kyle' tattooed on my palm because I doubted I'd ever speak again. But other than Patch another good friend I had made was Megan.

First time I met Megan her face was covered with mud. She had told me to take a bag filled with booze she had taken from a group of guys and hide it, which I did. once the guys left I put the bag by a tree and left it there. That's how my friendship with her started.

Then there's my roommates Jordan Witzigrueter and Jack Thresher. They were both teens with bad tempers as well. Jordan sent someone to the hospital by smashing someone's head against the side walk, he left the guy in a pool of blood with pieces of his skull floating in it. Jack had sent someone for broken ribs, fractured hand and a head injury as well. It sounds bad, but they're actually pretty cool guys. I hang out with them everyday and got them into the habit of sitting on the roof of the school. They sometimes bring cigarettes, but I don't mind. I just cover my mouth with a galaxy banada I had bought. I wouldn't mind trying it, but I know it's bad for my health.

As for love, I haven't found any. I had a tiny crush on Megan, but it faded. Then I met Alisha, in my opinion her beauty is incompatible. She's just that gorgeous, and she's so kind. I met her under a tree with her guitar in her lap. The second time I saw Alisha she was in the Computer Lab, staring at one of the moniters with a frown on her face. She wrinkled her nose and wriggled her lips thoughtfully before clicking on something or the other. Once the screen lit up she smiled and started to type. She's never been the most appropriate ICT type. She gave a soft chuckle.
"Damn it, Alisha." She said to herself in a whispering tone. I tapped her shoulder and shook my head. Telling her she wasn't a 'loser'. Alish smiled slightly, and looked up at me. She recognized me from the other day when we met under the tree. "Hey." She said softly. I had sat down in the chair next to her with a slight smile then waved. She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, silently communicating with me, as if playing my own language. "How are you?"
I put a thumb up, telling her I was fine. Alisha nodded and tilted her head, making a strange expression at me. I opened up the Word application and typed down
"I don't speak." I sighed then looked down.
"Can you not? Or do you choose not to?" She asked me.
"I choose not to." I responded by typing.
"Why's that?" Alisha was a naturally nosey girl, and simply couldn't help but herself except asking all these questions. Not to sound conceded, but when there's a kid that has problems you normally ask why and so on to understand.
"I was in a car crash when I was younger." I explained.
"So?" She frowned. "That's not a good reason to not speak." She informed me.
"PTSD" I typed down while looking out the window. She nodded slowly.
"Would you ever like to talk again?" She asked. I simply shrugged then looked down at my hands before fixing my hair. Alisha frowned slightly.
"I can help you, you know." She offered gently.
"How?" I typed. "It's been so long, I don't even think I can anymore." I added.
"We'll get you there." She promised softly, offering out her hand with a shy smile. I gave her a soft smile then shook her hand gently. I mean I couldn't just leave her hanging like that. Alisha gently wrapped her fingers through mine. "I promise."
"Thank You." I typed with my free hand.
"My pleasure." She pecked my cheek. I blushed. She blushed too, but slightly and looked away.
"You should smile more, you're very pretty." I typed down. Alisha blushed further, flicking a stray piece of the light blonde hair out of her gently tanned face. After a moment, she gave me a cheeky grin, leaned over and typed
"Thank you."
I gave out a small laugh before covering my mouth with my sleeve. Her beautiful eyes lit up. Progress! She thought as she stared at me, willing me to try something else. "Hmm....Please try and say your name for me." she begged, before starting to phonesize it. "Kai-El. Kyle." I shook my head. Then typed down,
"I'll laugh, just won't speak."
"Try." She pleaded. "At least say: Ki. K. L. Ki." I sighed then nodded.
"K...Kai." I said the best way he could. My voice was clear, but a bit raspy. "Kai!" I said with excitement. She grinned, eyes lightning up.
"Yes!" She encouraged. "El. E. L. Kai-El!" She added.
"Ki...Ki-El?" I asked in confusion. I tried saying it all at once. "Ki-El...Ki-El....Kyle!" I said, a smile coming across my face. I had wanted to tell Jordan and the others, but I wanted to keep quiet about it until I knew I would be able to speak properly. Alisha gave a delighted giggle, and clapped her hands.
"YYYYES!" She cried happily.
"...Kyle." I muttered with a smile. Then looked up to her. "....That...That's my..n-ame...name. That's my name." I said, stuttering. She smiled, and leaned up to peck my cheek.
"Yes, yes it is." She agreed eagerly. I blushed then looked down. My bangs covering my face. I then looked up and typed down,
"You wanna go somewhere? Like get a coffee or something?" I then looked to her with a smirk. She smirked back, a slight blush in her cheeks.
"Sounds good." she answered verbally. I smiled as I stood up then held my hand out for her, then jerked my head towards the door, telling her 'come on'.
"Co-me" She remained where she was, realizing that stubborness was the best was to get me to speak again. "Say it." She folded her arms stubbornly.
"Co..me...come?" I said as I fixed my hair. I smiled to her and said it again. "Come..."
Alisha gave a squeal of excitement as I said the four letter word. "YAY!" She practically sung happily. I smiled then grabbed her hand as I stood up and walked towards the door. Alisha grinned and followed casually after me, practically skipping.