Out Of Control

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TW's:
-Mentions OCD

George POV

'Do you sit here everyday watching videos of iceskating?'

I nodded. 'It calms me down.'

'Are you going through a difficult time?'

I shrugged. Having autism and OCD was difficult.

'You don't have to tell me, don't worry.'

I smiled at him. 'Okay.'

He was the first I talked to, I liked him. He was nice too.

'You're nice.'

'Thanks! You are too. What's your name? My name is Clay.'

'I'm George.'

'What do you like to do in your free time, George?'

'Meh. I watch videos and I game and draw little. Well and school.'

'Do you have school?'

'You too?'

'Yes, actually. Today is my first day.'

'Really?'

'I'm new here, I'm from America.'

'Wow. What school are you going?'

'The one like around the corner here.'

'Same.'

'Oh really? Would you want to help me maybe?'

I nodded. It was the first time I looked him in the eyes. I noticed multiple things, I noticed how beautiful his eyes were, I noticed his sweet look in his eyes, but most importantly, I noticed a broken look in his eyes. I could read directly how people felt. That was one gift of my autism.

'Are you okay?' I asked.

He seemed to startled a little from my sudden question. He straightened his posture a little and looked at me. He nodded softly. 'I think I am.'

'You're lying.'

'How do you know I'm lying?'

'Not important. What's wrong?'

He sighed a little. 'It's nothing, just leave it. Please.'

'Sorry,' I muttered when I saw his eyes full with tears.

'It's fine. Can you tell me more about iceskating?'

It seemed like he exactly knew how to make me talk. I could only really talk about iceskating, I wanted to go back to it so badly. I would maybe ask my mum once about it, but having those social activities was so hard. I started talking about more and more. Tricks they could do, famous people and my own experiences. He nodded sometimes and seemed to be really interested. Between my sentences I sometimes took a bite of my croissant and continued talking.

'You're really passionated about it.'

I nodded. I didn't know what to say, but Clay broke the silence.

'Do you like talking with someone about it?'

I nodded again. 'I talk about it with my mum often, but I think she is completely sick of it.'

'I don't think she is, you speak very passionated about it. It's nice to listen too. Would you like to talk about it more often?'

'I wish to only talk about it.'

'You can with me.'

I smiled and looked down at my hands. They were dirty.

'Can I uh- wash my hands?'

He looked a little confused, but nodded. 'Yeah come here. Here is a sink.'

I walked towards him and washed my hands two times. I had eaten my croissant so I had to wash my hands twice. Clay didn't say anything about it and I walked back to my chair.

'How long are you here today?' I asked. I didn't know how I felt comfortable enough to ask it, but somehow I did.

'I'm here for an hour today. I have school at 8:30.'

'Okay.'

'Why?'

'I'm here till 9.'

'Do you have a free period?'

'Always.'

He nodded. 'I'm here almost every morning and some afternoons. What do you like so much about this bakery?'

'I like to sit her and watch videos with the amazing scent and the tasty croissants.'

I looked outside and I saw a red car passing by. I started tapping the counter fifty times and I saw Clay looking at it in confusion. 'Are you okay?'

'I am.'

'Okay.'

I wanted to talk with him, but I didn't really know how. I decided to ask for his hobbies.

'What do you like to do?'

'Football and gaming.'

'Are you good?'

He smiled. 'Meh. I'm decent.'

'I think you're good.'

'Thanks.'

'I'm so bad at football.'

'You should teach me iceskating and I teach you football.'

I nodded. 'Sure.'

'Do you still have skates?'

I shrugged. 'I have them, but they are from when I was 10.'

'Oh, yeah I don't think those will fit.'

'Same. I want to buy new ones, but I never skate anymore.'

'Why not?'

'I can't go to a club.'

'Why?'

'Because I can't handle that mentally.'

'Oh, okay. I understand. But us two together? Is that okay?'

I nodded. 'When?'

'When are you free?'

'This Saturday.'

'Same! I'll try and get some ice skates before-.'

'We can also try football first so you have time enough to prepare.'

'Sounds good.'

'What time?'

'I can pick you up in the morning so we have the whole day to chill together?'

I nodded. 'Fine.'

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