Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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Liam was fiddling around with his schedule, drawing tiny symbols next to each of his classes. Right along with AP Psychology, he sketched out a brain. It was slightly sloppy but served the purpose he was putting across. He put that aside after a few seconds, taking the other children's appearances into consideration. Some of them seemed more approachable than the others. He shrugged, adjusting himself in his desk and staring at it. He wasn't sure what to do about Blue and maintaining a decent conversation.
Then, an idea came into his head. He hoped that Blue wouldn't ridicule him as he pulled his notebook out once more, scribbling down another note on the paper. His neat handwriting wrote:
Thank you for being so kind as to help me out. I really appreciate it. I think your name is really cool. I'm mute, but I still know all the English language and stuff. I wanted to know if you knew sign language. Also, I'm not great at it, but I notice you're doing algebra stuff. I'm okay at it if you need help. I can show you examples or something. Aldo, you can talk in response. No need to write. He slid the notebook to the corner of his desk in hopes that his new partner would notice it. Liam set the pen down along with it. -
It took Blue a while to realize the note was there. But when he did, he was almost ecstatic as he read it. His smile was a little silly, sure, but he was glad to be able to know more about the mute boy. Of course, though, it would be very difficult to communicate, as Blue didn't know a lick of sign language.
He vocalized to the the other boy that he didn't know sign language. His voice was solemn as he said this: as he was strangely sad that he didn't know any. He never really had a need for it, though. Blue had never met anyone that was mute. Deaf, sure, but they usually had implants or hearing aids. Plus, he could always write down his thoughts for the other person.
The platinum haired boy remembered the end of his grandmothers life, and how bad her hearing had gotten. It was painful to watch; he pitied what she had gone through. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, not to be able to talk. Or not to be able to hear for that matter. These thoughts darkened his expression, as he found the entire situation full of bleak melancholy. -
Liam's grin faded as he saw the other boy's expression distort into some kind of upset. He furrowed his eyebrows, mouthing an apology. He closed his notebook, confused as to how he could have put the other in a foul mood. Figuring that giving him a little space would help to placate any upsets that hemay have caused. He itched the back of his neck nervously, wishing the time would pass quicker. It would be fifteen momore minutes before the bell would ring and he already felt as though he had ruined his chances with his new friend. He locked his own fingers together, staring down at his schedule paper. He would have to go to room E14 for his Environmental Science course with a teacher who owned the title of Mrs. Winshire. He smiled gently. In Montana, he knew a Mrs. Winshire. She'd been his freshman honors Englisht teacher.
A day came to mind, making him smile at nothing in particular. It was nearly Christmas time and the freshman had been required to write an essay about what their ideal year would be. Liam had written a beautiful paper explaining in detail that his ideal year would involve being granted the ability to speak. He wished that they would create a surgery that would finally give him a voice. The teacher had asked him to stay back once she'd read it and they had a silent conversation about just how he should embrace his disability and that he was okay without speaking. That particular day had left a mark on Liam and when he felt down, he would recall the way everything played out. It helped him calm down when things seemed rough. -
Liam's grin faded as he saw the other boy's expression distort into some kind of upset. He furrowed his eyebrows, mouthing an apology. He closed his notebook, confused as to how he could have put the other in a foul mood. Figuring that giving him a little space would help to placate any upsets that hemay have caused. He itched the back of his neck nervously, wishing the time would pass quicker. It would be fifteen momore minutes before the bell would ring and he already felt as though he had ruined his chances with his new friend. He locked his own fingers together, staring down at his schedule paper. He would have to go to room E14 for his Environmental Science course with a teacher who owned the title of Mrs. Winshire. He smiled gently. In Montana, he knew a Mrs. Winshire. She'd been his freshman honors Englisht teacher.
A day came to mind, making him smile at nothing in particular. It was nearly Christmas time and the freshman had been required to write an essay about what their ideal year would be. Liam had written a beautiful paper explaining in detail that his ideal year would involve being granted the ability to speak. He wished that they would create a surgery that would finally give him a voice. The teacher had asked him to stay back once she'd read it and they had a silent conversation about just how he should embrace his disability and that he was okay without speaking. That particular day had left a mark on Liam and when he felt down, he would recall the way everything played out. It helped him calm down when things seemed rough. -
"Tell me about yourself." The boy whisperer, his eyes not wavering from his shoes. He hoped Liam had heard him, as Blue spoke quite quietly. He couldn't help but be curious about the mute boy. He wasn't sure why, either. Was it because he was the new kid, because of his disability? Normally, he wouldn't have said anything, he would have just went back to slaving away at his homework.
But then again, normally, Blue would have walked straight past the boy in the hallway. It was normal behavior for the group; teasing fresh meat. You couldn't really do much about it. Most people wouldn't have dared speak up. Especially Blue. Lying low was Blue's livelihood.
Blue pushed his hair out of the way of his eye, his head beginning to hurt. He rubbed his temples, still quite sad. There wasn't a particular reason why he was feeling so bleakly, either. He felt, he supposed, like he had let down the light haired boy that was sitting next to him. Blue could be quite sensitive, and he supposed why he was feeling this way.
As for the headache, it was probably his medicine- it had a tendency to make him quite light headed and sometimes cause migraines. He hated it, but it was better than falling asleep at his desk. Although he was still quite drowsy throughout the day. -
Liam beamed easily, turning towards Blue enthusiastically. He put his notebook on the boy's desk, hurrying to a clean page and scratching onto the paper. He was overjoyed that the boy showed an interest in him. It was warming and made him feel welcome. On the page read: I like reading and writing a whole bunch. That's what I do with my spare time. I also like animals a lot. Kangaroos especially. Aren't they just the greatest thing? They hop and hop and hop. Anyways, I want to know some stuff about you too. What's it like here? How do you like it? How are you? What do you like? His tongue stuck slightly out of his mouth as he focused on writing this splurb. He wrote as much as he possibly could without coming across as strange. He tried to sound as casual as possible so that it was as though he was speaking without actually talking.
The change to that school was more and more enticing as he realized how simply he had made a nice friend that actually wanted to know about him. He examined the other's actions in an attempt to see if he was okay. He wasn't too fond of people being upset and if he noticed anything off, he would try his best to help. -
"This school is like any public school. We have a few cliques. Some people will judge you for whatever, but you get used to it." Blue told him, in a low voice. "As for how I like it, I'm not sure. I'm not fully conscious most of the day, honestly. I'm okay today, I'd suppose. In fact, more than okay." He gave a goofy grin to Liam. "I like computers and music. I'm really into electronics." Blue told him. "I want to be a forensic computer analyst when I'm older and work for the government."
Blue got lost in his thoughts for a quick moment. He was daydreaming again, about the future. He wanted a fun lifestyle full of friends and romance. Sure, Blue wasn't always the most romantic person or the life of the party- but it didn't hurt to dream.
Blue had been to a few parties, and he had to admit, they weren't bad. He never drank, though, so that made him a bit of a laughing stock. However, they weren't terrible experiences- he managed to have fun with his friends.
Coming back to reality, he had noticed the teacher was glaring at him for a moment. Had he been talking too loudly? Humbled and embarrassed, as well as confused, he slunk into his chair. -
What do you mean you aren't conscious? Do you sleep a lot? And that is really cool about the music and computers. That sounds like a really nice job. I hope you get to be one. Liam glanced at the clock, surprised to see that there was only a few minutes left in homeroom. The time seemed like it had flown by without giving anybody time to do anything. He pulled in tongue back onto his mouth, realizing that he most likely looked ridiculous.
He noticed the teacher glare at the other for a moment and felt bad for him. He hoped that he would not be too scared to answer. He also hoped that the boy's next class was close to the classroom in which he was required to go to. Getting lost again might mean finding himself back with the same group as before, and that idea mortified him.
A few thoughts about how the day might go pestered him, reminding him that in him that in his position, things were never fully safe. He tapped his fingers as his notebook, staring at the boy in anticipation of earning a response. -
"Yeah, I sleep a lot. I'm a chronic hypersomniac. I have been since I was a toddler." Blue was shy about telling the mute boy about this, since he usually kept his hypersomnia to himself. Very few people knew about his sleep disorder, and he would prefer to keep it that way. Blue did realize that the boy beside him could easily tell people- even if not verbally. Blue had no idea what group Liam would wind up in. Whether it be his own or not.
Part of him liked to doubt he would become popular. But it wasn't too far fetched. Well, Liam was good looking, nice, smart. It wouldn't be necessarily hard for him to become popular. The bullies they had encountered earlier could attempt at befriending him for whatever reason; to use him for whatever, maybe.
But yet, he doubted any of those would happen. He viewed Liam as someone like himself- without a care for popularity or drama. Blue liked people, he did. He liked meeting new people and talking to them, learning about hem. Blue enjoyed social encounters. But he just couldn't bring himself to care much about his social stance. He could care about the amount of friends or relationships he had- but he didn't. He was in high school and had never dated anyone, ever. He had the same friends he'd had as a child. It was all quite silly, really. He felt even worse to assume so much about Liam just minutes after meeting him. Perhaps it was a hunch. -
He mouthed another apology, reaching over and giving a caring pat to Blue's shoulder. That condition sounded much worse than being mute and he felt even worse for the boy. His eyes lit up with ideas as to how he could help the hypersomnia. When he got home, he would do research and bring his findings to the boy the next morning. It sounded like a beautiful way to express compassion and to give the other something to refer to. He laughed silently, clasping his hands together in excitement. As he did so, the bell rang out, telling the teens to head to their next period. Liam stared at Blue for a moment before coming to a stand and collecting his belongings. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, holding his jacket with one of his arms.
He looked to Blue, giving a tilt of his head as if to signify that he was waiting for him. Being as friendly as possible seemed like the key to keeping friends. He glanced down at his own black Vans and then back up. He seemed a little restless in a good way, like he had so much energy but had no way of releasing it.
The students began to file out of the classroom. Judging by the way he remembered his schedule lining the times of the bell, everybody had about four minutes to make it to the next class. He deemed that as plenty once he knew his way around. During homeroom, he decided that he would stay after and explore the school so that he was aware of where everything was. That would save him from being mocked once again. -
Blue walked over to Liam after grabbing his backpack. His backpack was a deep red with random paint splatters on it, and torn in some places as well. Blue smiled a little to Liam, nodding as if to communicate he was ready. His blond hair fell back onto his face, his fringe covering his left eye. His dark blue eyes scanned the hallways; people were bickering as they rushed off to their classes. Blue stole his glasses out of his backpack, as he was unable to peek at Liam's schedule without seeing blurrs.
He had to look very closely earlier, when Liam had written notes to him. The words, though, were very fuzzy and hard to make out. Blue pushed the large black frames onto his face, reading Liam's schedule. A small relief of being able to see clearly hit Blue, as he often traded the ability to see for the joy of not being embarrassed. Now, he was quite self conscious, having his glasses on in front of his new friend.
Blue sighed a little to himself, finding that their classes were on complete opposite sides of the school. He also read the rest of the schedule, finding they had gym, lunch, algebra and biology together. Sadly, Liam hadn't taken biotechnology or computer sciences, the classes that Blue favored the most, and was the best at. Regardless, he informed Liam of the classes they had together and the fact that their first hour classes were opposite of each other. "I'll walk you to your class, though." He offered. -
Liam's smile grew and he poked the middle of the boy's glasses, the part that sat on the bridge of the nose. He gave a thumbs up. He personally thought that Blue looked great with glasses and wanted to express that fact. They made him seem very sharp and pointed, almost like a businessman. He grinned, silently thanking Blue for offering to take him to his next class. He nodded his head in the direction of the door. Following Blue would make everything a whole lot easier and he was thankful that he shared he four periods with his friend. It gave another sense of security and comfort.
His feet tapped impatiently, but not in the way that he held was annoyed. He was very excited to know what the psychology class had to offer and how it was set up and presented. In Montana, the class was mainly okay and gave only mediocre, simple bits of information regarding abnormal illnesses. They were intriguing, sue, but Liam really enjoyed diving deep into the topic. He wanted to know exactly how things were set up when someone had a certain illness. Which hormones were triggered? How were things connected and was there anything that had broken off? He shook his head to stop his thoughts from going at a thousand miles per hour.
Thinking was weird for him. Most people thought in their own tone of voice. He didn't know what his was, of course, so he was unable of doing so. His thoughts were more like fragments of other people's way of speech and attempting to imagine what his voice would sound like was extremely difficult. -
Blue chuckled a bit at the other boy's attempt to compliment him. He understood what he was trying to say, obviously. He didn't like himself much with glasses, though. He told the boy to follow him, gently touching his shoulder as he walked out of the classroom. He took a left turn, heading back to the hallway they had been in earlier. There would be many turns on the way to Liam's class, as it was all the way in the back wing of the building. "You excited to be here, on your first day?" Blue asked. Of course, he would love to give a more in depth, complex question, but that would be extremely difficult for Liam to communicate. Blue figured it would be better to ask simple, yes or no questions in order to talk with Liam. This was probably a wise choice.
His black shoes clicked on the floor quietly. He looked down to them as he walked, laughing mentally at the hideous tile that he was walking on. He made sure he walked no slower and no faster than Liam; keeping the same pace in order to walk beside him. Of course, on turns he would lead, since in some places the hallway would branch into two. This would likely make it a bit difficult for Liam to navigate himself around; he knew it made it difficult for himself to get around, when he first transferred to the high school.
That had been quite a while ago, though. His mom had found a better paying job in this state, so they moved from Nevada. This caused him to transfer high schools, without saying. His sister had been exceptionally angry, as she has many friends she left behind. Blue didn't do much care, as he had been a lone wolf in the previous high school. He had transferred midway in freshman year, though, so that made things difficult. -
Liam hurried along to follow him without lagging behind. He thought about the question for a few seconds before shrugging and nodding simultaneously. Blue was the better part of his day, a caring individual that was okay with helping him. He shoved his schedule into his front pocket, holding onto his backpack straps as he walked. He felt kind of bad for not being able to give him a deep conversation. He assumed that they would be capable of catching up at lunch if Blue was okay with that. Unsure of what friends the other had, he was a little anxious about sitting alone at lunch. He hoped that the other boy's circle would accept him.
He also felt a little weary about having classes with unfamiliar faces. He was sure that at least one or two teachers would ask him to introduce himself. As soon as the other people knew of his disability, his day would go downhill. That was exactly the chain of events at his previous school. It was absolutely terrible up until the moment he'd met Marina. This time around, it was Blue. He genuinely hoped that he would be a real friend. His mind seemed to be going in circles as the same worries scratched at him. -
Blue quietly took his glasses off as they walked. He put them back into their case and shoved them into his backpack. "When I transferred, I was nervous beyond end." He said, not taking his eyes off of his shoes. "For good reason, too. Freshman year was really hard for me after I transferred. I held my head really low. I was depressed, too. So that was great." He hoped the other boy would pick up the sarcasm at the end of his comment, it would be excruciatingly awkward if he didn't.
His mind went back to the first year of high school, as he often did. At his original high school, things were okay. Not good, not bad. But when he had transferred, the whole world was crashing down on him at once. He would spend weeks without going to school; he almost got expelled. Hell, he almost went to jail. However, he made a few friends at the end of the year and was able to avoid being expelled. This was a miracle. But the bullying didn't stop. It never stopped. The name calling, the teasing, hell, it still happened today.
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