Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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"Syn, you are so different; not like anyone I've known he said."

"Syn, you're making this harder then it has to be he said."

"Syn, calm down take a deep breath count from 20 backwards she said."

I was getting tired of all of that shit real quick. All of them were
getting tired. Why couldn't I just have clear feelings like normal people?
If I wanted something, why did it have to be so complicated all the fucking
time to get it?

"Why is it always fucking raining!"

The crowd turned to me in a little bit of wonder. Some of the smarter
ones started walking fast because they thought they knew a crazy person
when they saw them. Some of the dumber ones stood closer, asking me if "I
was alright" or "if I needed some help" because of my sudden outburst.
People in Brunswick were so fucking stupid! I could be a serial killer or
something that didn't care about blowing up the entire sidewalk with all of
us on it.

"Leave me the fuck alone," I told this one old lady who kept bugging me.

I mean after 10 minutes of telling her to leave me alone and she still
didn't get it. Sure, I know making random shout outs wasn't helping exactly
either, but if someone tells you that they aren't crazy and they are just
mad, I think you should believe them. Truth is, I didn't know if I was
crazy or just mad. I just had to let some things out off my damn chest.

"Lady, lady. He's with me, he'll be alright."

After all that badgering, the annoying ass old lady had stolen my
phone and called the first number she saw trying to find me some 'help'.
She called Shane and somehow Shane had got downtown in record time in his
father's truck. I guess I should of felt special since Shane's father only
let Shane use the truck for emergencies. Shane was driving as I walked on
the sidewalk beside him with the lady still trying to find help for me.

"Give me my damn phone!" I told the old lady and when she did, I just
spazzed, "Go on with your goddam life. Go try to increase your social
security check or something. Leave me alone."

Shane calmly waited till the lady gave me a look, gave Shane a look,
gave Shane's truck a look and when Shane let out a gentle nod, the funny
ass old lady was off FINALLY. She kept staring at me the whole time she
was leaving like I was some kind of self-destructive 7 year old.

"Syn, are you drunk?"

I looked at Shane and rolled my eyes at him. He should have known
that I don't only get dramatic when I get drunk. I expected that even if
Dr. Lopez didn't understand me, then at least Shane should.

"What the hell?" I asked, offended to the point of overreaction, "Are
'you' fucking drunk? I didn't call you over here. That nosy ass old lady
called you over here. I can't fucking stand old people."

"Syn, you don't mean that," Shane said, smirking a little as though he
was amused, "That old lady she may be nosy, but she was nice. I'm sure she
was just concerned about your welfare."

"I'm a grown ass man!"

"No you're not, Syn," Shane mocked, "Just get in the car."

Did he think that this all was a joke? He was finding this amusing in
a way. I tried to walk slower, but the street all of a sudden was empty
enough for Shane to roll his truck as slow as he wanted beside me. He must
have been going like two mph or something.

"Fuck you, why are you here? Why can't you just fucking leave?"

"I don't want to be here," Shane explained, "Some weird lady calls my
phone and says my best friend is downtown screaming and carrying on. She
thought you had autism."