I was really great friends with a 14 year old named Gabe. He was really cool, even if he was autistic and nonverbal, but I thought he was very cool. Today, we were outside sitting together. I, a 13 year old, was playing chalk, drawing whatever shapes, while Gabe was playing with his blue plastic belt toy. I didn't actually know what it was. Gabe slightly twitched and his hands messed with the toy while he sat criss-cross on the concrete, the wind gently swaying his golden brown hair.