able-bodied male.”
B linked, then took a bite of my sandwich to cover for my lack of response.
“It’s perfectly natural. In your usual dynamic, you must be the dominant male figure, and therefore, in the school atmosphere, you have sought someone who would be unable to challenge your already established male supremacy. That is, someone who is of a different temperament who won’t be able to threaten you.”
Hmm, he’s not just smart. He’s scary smart. He’s psychoanalysing me!
He stopped abruptly, looking down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so forward with my observations. Are you angry?”
I laughed, “Ah, no! It’s just interesting. I never thought that much into it. You just looked kinda lonely, so I thought we should be friends!”
“Your thought process is oddly simplistic.” He looked at my bemused expression with worry. “I’m sorry. I don’t think that was polite.”
All I could do was laugh. I don’t know why I found him so funny.
“Did I do something funny?” he asked, looking oddly serious. “Tell me what it was. I’ll make sure to do it again, if you thought it was amusing.”
This only made me laugh more. He’s just so… formal! “You speak like a scientist, it’s impressive, but it makes me laugh. Loosen up a little.”
“Loosen up?”
“Yeah, just talk like you would with anyone.”
“I don’t really talk to anyone. What sort of tone should I adopt?”
“Ahh, well. Maybe a more casual tone, you don’t need to impress me.”
“So I should just say what instantly comes to mind?”
“That’s how my conversations go!”
“That seems remarkably short-sighted. Suppose you were to say something you didn’t mean, and offended your conversation partner?”
“Well then, they’d forgive you, I expect. Unless they ’re a total prat .”
“I see. So to converse casually, you don’t have to use elevated speech, and can respond without giving your response a great deal of thought. I understand.”
I smiled, again not sure what to say to that, and finished off my sandwich with a huge bite.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“ Goferit .” I said through my mouthful.
“That night I visited your house… did it actually happen?”
I swallowed tremendously, “You don’t remember?”
“I recall that it happened, I just didn’t know if I was dreaming or not. It seemed like a bizarre way to initiate a friendship, and so I thought it might have been an elaborate dream.”
“Ahem, we began our friendship on the first day of school. When I patched you up.”
“Ah, that’s true. And that in itself was an odd way to become friends.”
“I dunno , it seemed nice. Like as soon as I met you, I knew I should take care of you!” At that, I stopped, realising instantly how that must have sounded. Like I was coming on to him.
He nodded, then looked me directly in the eyes, “You have to promise me something then.”
“Sure, what?”
“Promise me you won’t go accusing my father of hurting me.”
“Why not?” I asked, “Don’t you want him to pay for what he’s done?”
“Nobody will believe you, I don’t want you to get trouble for it. Promise me, you won’t go to anyone else about this.”
He touched my hand, looking intently at me.
“Y-yeah, okay.”
“You’ve earned my trust.” He sat back, drinking from his juicebox , “Please don’t lose it.”
After lunch, he went home, wherever that was, 2514 Oakshield Street, right.
W ent back to the school, and attended my English class, making sure to pick up two copies of our study questions.
When I went home, Terra was already asleep on the couch. W oke her up and helped her to her room, and spent the remainder of the evening in my own room, reading and writing this down.
H ad instant ramen for supper.
154 Days, 26 September, Friday
Something I have observed.
Noah always wears white. Which is, I suppose, the loosely enforced dress code. I always wear my uniform (white shirt,
B linked, then took a bite of my sandwich to cover for my lack of response.
“It’s perfectly natural. In your usual dynamic, you must be the dominant male figure, and therefore, in the school atmosphere, you have sought someone who would be unable to challenge your already established male supremacy. That is, someone who is of a different temperament who won’t be able to threaten you.”
Hmm, he’s not just smart. He’s scary smart. He’s psychoanalysing me!
He stopped abruptly, looking down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so forward with my observations. Are you angry?”
I laughed, “Ah, no! It’s just interesting. I never thought that much into it. You just looked kinda lonely, so I thought we should be friends!”
“Your thought process is oddly simplistic.” He looked at my bemused expression with worry. “I’m sorry. I don’t think that was polite.”
All I could do was laugh. I don’t know why I found him so funny.
“Did I do something funny?” he asked, looking oddly serious. “Tell me what it was. I’ll make sure to do it again, if you thought it was amusing.”
This only made me laugh more. He’s just so… formal! “You speak like a scientist, it’s impressive, but it makes me laugh. Loosen up a little.”
“Loosen up?”
“Yeah, just talk like you would with anyone.”
“I don’t really talk to anyone. What sort of tone should I adopt?”
“Ahh, well. Maybe a more casual tone, you don’t need to impress me.”
“So I should just say what instantly comes to mind?”
“That’s how my conversations go!”
“That seems remarkably short-sighted. Suppose you were to say something you didn’t mean, and offended your conversation partner?”
“Well then, they’d forgive you, I expect. Unless they ’re a total prat .”
“I see. So to converse casually, you don’t have to use elevated speech, and can respond without giving your response a great deal of thought. I understand.”
I smiled, again not sure what to say to that, and finished off my sandwich with a huge bite.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“ Goferit .” I said through my mouthful.
“That night I visited your house… did it actually happen?”
I swallowed tremendously, “You don’t remember?”
“I recall that it happened, I just didn’t know if I was dreaming or not. It seemed like a bizarre way to initiate a friendship, and so I thought it might have been an elaborate dream.”
“Ahem, we began our friendship on the first day of school. When I patched you up.”
“Ah, that’s true. And that in itself was an odd way to become friends.”
“I dunno , it seemed nice. Like as soon as I met you, I knew I should take care of you!” At that, I stopped, realising instantly how that must have sounded. Like I was coming on to him.
He nodded, then looked me directly in the eyes, “You have to promise me something then.”
“Sure, what?”
“Promise me you won’t go accusing my father of hurting me.”
“Why not?” I asked, “Don’t you want him to pay for what he’s done?”
“Nobody will believe you, I don’t want you to get trouble for it. Promise me, you won’t go to anyone else about this.”
He touched my hand, looking intently at me.
“Y-yeah, okay.”
“You’ve earned my trust.” He sat back, drinking from his juicebox , “Please don’t lose it.”
After lunch, he went home, wherever that was, 2514 Oakshield Street, right.
W ent back to the school, and attended my English class, making sure to pick up two copies of our study questions.
When I went home, Terra was already asleep on the couch. W oke her up and helped her to her room, and spent the remainder of the evening in my own room, reading and writing this down.
H ad instant ramen for supper.
154 Days, 26 September, Friday
Something I have observed.
Noah always wears white. Which is, I suppose, the loosely enforced dress code. I always wear my uniform (white shirt,
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