You were waiting for Ashton at the bus stop. He was your childhood friend and had autism. Now, it didn't make him a bad person or anything like that. Actually, you loved him because he was more different and unique than any of the other blockheads at school. But, those jerks always managed to slug Ashton, hate on him, and just torture him every chance they got. Yet, it didn't look like it took any toll on Ashton, as he got off the bus and walked over to you.

"Hey there.. We should get going." Ashton said, as he walked with you.