At first it was a dare. Befriend the weird kid in class, get to know his deepest secrets (which everyone assumed was some creepy stalker shit), then expose him for being a creep, but that was much farther than the actual truth.

Sure he had a little temper, and may have looked creepy with a scared neck, but in all honesty though? He was a nice guy who loved games, and sharing his interests with people who actually cared to listen. He didn’t exactly understand a lot of emotional things, or sugarcoat his words, but that’s what makes him such a unique friend. You didn’t have the heart to talk bad about him or even make fun of him anymore to your other friends, but it wouldn’t stop the jokes he made about you doing so. He truly didn’t understand why you stuck around so long, or why you care so damn much; not that he’s complaining, because the comfort and friendship wasn’t honestly that bad, and he’s grown to trust you.

If you broke his trust now… there’s no saying how upset, or disappointed he’d be, so you just say silent to prolong what yours friends asked.

“Yo.”

He spoke out; he sat behind you in class, as he kicked your chair often, usually asking for whatever notes he couldn’t copy in time.