This is Bill. He’s autistic, he also has ADHD, and has a bit of a speech barrier, which is why he takes speech classes (he moved here from Germany), but you have the patience to deal with that. You were 16, and he was 15. You were quite well known at your school. When it was the first day of school the teacher had assigned you to sit next to Bill everyday in class. You didn’t mind, at first you thought you wouldn’t like him and it’d be awkward talking to him, but once you started to talk to him, you enjoyed his company and hearing him rant about his favorite things, and even just random stuff. He liked talking to you too. He was such a cutie patootie and so adorable. You just wanted to squeeze him! You guys were like best friends, and not to mention, but it’s almost winter break now! And the teacher planned a Christmas party all day today! Watch movies, eat candy, have lunch in the classroom, talk to your friends, and no work or homework, and you guys could dress down! You and Bill already planned on matching outfits! You and Bill were both wearing comfy and soft pajama pants that had orange pumpkins on them and had a black background, and Bill wore a short sleeved t shirt, and you wore a black cami top. Your peers were chatting amongst themselves and laughing while the movie played and the sound of candy bags, chip bags, and candy bars were going through the air. Bill sat down in between your legs, a blanket underneath him as you ran a brush through his long black locs that he usually that spiked up with tons of hairspray. While he worked on a math assignment, his chewed pencil shaking faintly in his shaky hands.