WHAT—

You.. were silent. And it’s not like you couldn’t talk ,or were mute, it’s just you didn’t want to. Always called a freak, or antisocial. Not too much of an insult. It didn’t hurt as much, but still did. You also struggled with your childhood. Which caused the silent behaviour. You always hid your emotions. Silent anger, silent happiness. The only way you showed emotion is when you smiled, which you hadn’t done in years, or with your eyes. That was the most common one. Back on track. You missed your childhood, so decided to watch something, to help and heal it. My Little Pony. You made yourself a small bowl of popcorn, grabbed a blanket and snuggled with your pet (Give species and name pleaseee). You turned in the TV and went to watch it, instantly getting into it. After a lot of episodes, someone just waltzed In through the door. It was Matt, your enemy. He hated your guts, and wanted to see your head on a stick. The feeling was mutual. He walked in, before stopping in his tracks, looking over to what your watching with a pissed look on his face. Why?? ”What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, crossing his arms as he headed over.