-Eli's POV (I said I'd do it and I have. WOOP WOOP) -
As we were walking from Maths class, I started to involuntarily rub at my hands and wrists and kept my eyes focused on the floor. I would have to tell him. I needed to. But he already looks at me weirdly. I know he does. He wants to make fun of me. He wants to hurt me. He said that we are friends, that's a lie, right? He could have loads of friends and a girlfriend and everything else a student should want, but he stays with me. I'm nerdy, weird, disgusting, ugly and unholy. I can be cured. If I was normal people might like me. But I'm not. I am a freak.
"Um, Eli? And you OK?" My head shot up like a rocket. "Wh-what? What is it?" And I stuttered. There wasn't anything right with me.
"It's just that there's a supply in German and I convinced her that the class. could study in the library. Ok?" But still he did these things for me. He knew I liked the library better than the classrooms. He remembered.
German was quiet. We didn't have work, and all I could hear were some girls talking and some people playing music. Nothing too loud though. I liked things being quiet. I liked silence. Silence never hurt anyone. Since I liked doing something all the time, though, I took out some paper and started writing lines of words.
"Why are you writing out words over and over again?" Aidan said as he sat down and made me jump. I wasn't used to people. I didn't like people. But Aidan was nice. But I had to tell him. I had to say I was a freak. He would judge me. Everyone did. My parents did. Parents are always right. That's what I've been told. And they're right. And he would get people to hate me. Not for the first time. I deserved it. I deserved everything. Everything bad. Everything.
I loved silence, but I also hated it because it distracted me. It distracted me from being normal. Instead I started becoming like a freak again.
"U-umm, I like to. I like to repeat, repeat things. U-um... Look, umm... I need to, talk, um need to talk to talk to you, um... Talk to you about something... After school. Here. After school here. Ok?" There was no getting out of this now I had to tell him.
"Ok, sure, that's fine. Uh, if you're not too busy, do you want to talk? About anything, I don't mind. You don't have to, I mean... Y'know, I thought it'd be nice to get to know each other better. Or something. I don't know?
"Ok. Um... What's your favourite... Um... Favourite... Colour?" I managed to force out of my mouth.
"I like blue and yellow, because I think the sky is beautiful. What about you Eli?" I liked that. That name. Eli. Even though he just shortened my real one. It was nice.
"I-I like, like blue and g-green. Because, um, I like, the sea. I like the sea." Because the sea never stops for anything. It gets calmer sometimes and angry other times, and it hurt people when it was angry, and made things happy when it was calm. Like people.
"Cool. Can I ask you something? You might not like it though." I nodded my head slowly. He was gonna ask about why I was a freak right? Or something like that. Or something worse.
"Ok... Uh... Why do you stutter and repeat things when people are quiet?" No. I couldn't tell him. I thought I could, but I couldn't. It was impossible. He'd leave me. I felt tears gather at the edges of my eyes and I hung my head low so hopefully he couldn't see my face.
Aidan's POV
"Why do you stutter and repeat things when people are quiet?" As soon as I asked it I knew it was a bad idea. Shit. He had his hung pointing to the ground and I could hear him sniffing under the small wall of hair he made. Slowly, I reached out and grabbed his cheeks with my hands, rubbing my thumbs over the bottom corners of his eyes. I may be insensitive on some occasions, but I hated seeing people upset. It broke my heart. He stared at me, shocked, through his green eyes, and the longer I stared the most red he was getting by the second.
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