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“Gabriel, please talk to me, I’m here to help”
The young boy said nothing.
“I can’t help you if you won’t talk”
He still said nothing.
“Fine, we’ll just sit here, and when you’re ready to talk, Let me know” Gabe’s therapist sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, her soft yet heated gaze staring at Gabe almost feeling like she was looking right through him and seeing all his worries and problems.
“S-Stop looking at me” He mumbled, scratching his arms in the way he did when he was feeling a lot of anxiety in his gut.
“Sorry” She said sweetly, looking away at the window where you saw a beautiful forest and below was a nice little river that flowed through most of the town.
“Why do you scratch like that Gabriel? You’ll leave marks” She said softly, knowing loud angry voices freaked him out.
“I-I don’t know, I-It helps I guess” He said, realizing the red marks he was leaving on his arm and stopped abruptly. He had a lot of scars on various places from scratching too hard, it flawed his perfect skin.
“Let’s try to find another way to help, instead of scratching” She said, sitting up in her chair to talk to Gabe. He said nothing but nodded softly.

Gabriel snapped out of whatever he had been in, a memory, but what a random memory. Gabriel then realized he was scratching at his lower arms so much they would probably start bleeding soon. He stopped quickly and rubbed his hands together, trying to control his anxiety. He thought of something, anything to make him feel better. Nature, wind, water, relaxing things. The young boy ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed in desperation to control these feelings. Why did this have to happen to him, everyone always said ‘I understand what you are going through’ but people never do. It was really hard to understand what Gabe was going through because he wasn’t even sure anymore. He thought leaving home and getting somewhere new would help, getting away from his problems and his old life, and start fresh. But Gabe didn't feel any better, everyone still scared him and he still scared himself.

Gabe sat under a tree in the courtyard of his high school during mid afternoon when the sun was high and Gabe was content. The wind was cool but the ground was warm. It was during lunch period and everyone was in the cafeteria so Gabe wasn’t feeling too much anxiety right now because there weren't a lot of people around. It was when he was around too many people that he started panicking. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to the movies or to a concert because he couldn’t handle that many people in a small area. Hell, he could hardly sit in class without feeling anxious, and that was only about twenty kids. Gabe always wondered how life would be if he didn’t have Asperger’s. What kind of person would he be if he never got that stupid disorder? He wondered what life would be like if he still had his mom; if he hadn’t seen what he had seen that day. Many kids can’t say they saw their mother die at the hands of their so called dad. Gabe’s real father was in fact a wealthy, successful man who was married with kids.

The young boy pulled out a bag of chips from his backpack and ate a few as he read the book that was in his lap, The Great Gatsby, he needed to read it for English and was a bit behind. Gabe was quite content here…Well…He liked to tell himself he was happy being alone, but no one truly wanted to be alone.

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[CAMERON JAE CARTER]

HONESTLY, I COULD SING YOU A SONG

cameron was having a pretty rough time lately. he didn't know what to do with himself lately, the only good thing going for him were the few friends he had, and oliver. he couldn't really handle anything but that, anyways, though, so he was happy with that much, though, the bad things he could definitely see going away and him not having a problem with it. he tried to focus on the good things in life, though, his friends that liked him for being him, his boyfriend that liked him even though there was a big age gap. he didn't know how anyone could like him, since so many people found reasons to hate him, but he omitted it, learning to love the people that loved him. he was building up a sort of family because he'd never really had one. he had declan, one of his best friends, someone he trusted entirely. he had oliver, the only teacher to ever care about his academics. he had gabe, who was quiet and they weren't too close, but it was getting there, cam knew they had great friend potential and wanted to be close with him. he wanted to know the kid, to know his quirks, likes, dislikes, to be able to tell jokes and secrets to. it was something he had wanted his entire life with so many people, and he was finally acting on it now that he felt that he could.

it was lunch time now, and he hated sitting in the cafeteria. it was harder to hide from people in there, whether that made sense or not. he didn't like being surrounded like that, he just got out of class and fled the school in general, out into the parking lot. normally, he took trips around the school for fun, walking and hiding, doing what he had to do in order to not get beat up. quietly, he made his way to the courtyard, seeing gabe sitting on a bench. he couldn't help but smile. he was such a cute kid, really. he didn't know how people could ignore him, he might even fancy him if he didn't already have a boyfriend. quietly, he watched from afar as he read and ate quietly. his meal was fairly similar to gabriel's. he was awkward and adorable, but that was just how cameron was. he couldn't start a conversation and he absolutely hated small talk for the most part when he was around new people. after a moment of watching, he walked closer, still quiet, still observing him. he wasn't sure if he should just say hi, or if that was going to be too much for him, but he shrugged, biting his lip and smiling.

"hey gabe." cameron said with a smile. he sat beside the small boy (that was still bigger than him some how). "what are you reading?" he asked, looking down at the book while pulling out his lunch. he smiled brightly, trying to keep the mood light between them. he really wanted to be good friends with someone like gabe. he was sweet and nice, just the kind of person he got along with. it was cute, he couldn't stop thinking about. "how has school been? and your classes?" he asked, smiling to himself as he took a small bite of his apple. he had a bag of chips, half of a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, and a little bag of carrots sitting in his pokemon lunch box. he probably wouldn't eat most of it, he hadn't been eating a lot lately, but most people didn't notice.

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[chrissy]

Gabe wasn’t good with people and as bad as he wanted to make friends he just wasn’t good at it. People scared him; he couldn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t scared of people. He spent most of his time alone when he was younger, he remembered sitting during recess reading a book by himself because he didn’t enjoy running around with the other kids. His teachers would try to get him to interact but he would throw a fit so his teachers just gave up. He never had a sleepover as a kid either, so when he left home he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about living with another person. Luckily he met Declan, who was Gabe’s first friend at his new school. Now he was living there with Dec and his sister and it was going better then he thought it would, maybe he was making progress with people.

The cafeteria was still too much for him though, there were just too many people in one room shouting and moving and it terrified Gabe. So he spent every lunch outside and if it was bad weather he went to the library or somewhere else quiet. Being like every other kid would be kind of cool, to be able to interact with kids in the cafeteria or go to parties and meet new people. That social aspect of his brain was missing, well not really but that was how it felt, like it was never there. Apparently he had been very social when he was an infant and toddler. He was always talking nonsense and was always happy and was always good around other kids. It was this stupid disorder that ruined everything.

People tried to tell him he was lucky that he didn’t have so many friends, it made it easier to know who was a true friend and who wasn’t. Gabe didn’t have the issue of going through the fake friend bullshit because if someone didn’t like hi they just didn’t like him. There was no pretending to like him because he was too much work. Gabe knew that the few people in his life were good genuine people, he wasn’t worth a lot of peoples time so the few who made the effort to be in his life really mattered.

It was then that Gabe her a soft sweet voice next to him, he twitched slightly out of habit, he always jumped when someone spoke to him. But the voice was friendly and warm and Gabe recognized it instantly. Gabe looked up from his book and gave Cameron a shy smile. Cameron was his friend, kind of, they weren’t that close yet, not like him and Declan, but Gabe wanted to change that. He liked Cameron the first minute he met him, how could you not, the kid was adorable, sweet, and shy like him. They were like two pees in a pod and Gabe wanted to get to know him better.
“H-Hi Cam, I’m just reading The G-Great Gatsby for my English class. I-It’s not too bad.” Gabe like dreading actually, some of the books they read in school were boring as shit but he always enjoyed reading. Cameron had the sweetest feeling to him; it made Gabe feel safe and comfortable, like with Cameron around he could take on the world.

New friendships were always awkward and Gabe usually just made them more awkward so it was nice that Cameron was making conversation with the older boy, Cameron carried himself well that made Gabe feel even better.
“School is…alright I-I guess. I don’t like going to class cause of all the people” Gabe bit his lip softly, he skipped a lot of classes because of anxiety and he was usually behind on work. “I like my classes I just…don’t like being in the class” Gabe hating feeling so vulnerable all the time, it was like he was glass and if he stepped the wrong way the would shatter. “H-How about you?”

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[CAMERON JAE CARTER]

HONESTLY, I COULD SING YOU A SONG

cameron looked at the boy with a smile, he really reminded him of himself from when he was younger and much more drawn back. it didn't matter that gabe was older than him, even though it wasn't by much because cameron had been held back at a young age. he would be seventeen in february. part of that was exciting, but he knew it wouldn't be any different than the other years. he would sit at home alone and do nothing for the night. he would have to make his own dinner, and dinner for his dad. if he made cake, his dad wouldn't let him eat any. he didn't want to waste his time. the birthday that would matter would be the one he would have the february after the next. when he turned eighteen, he planned on moving right out. he didn't want to be stuck with his dad any longer than necessary. his father couldn't stop him once he was a legal adult. however, he didn't know how long his dad planned on keeping him around. there was eighteen months until his eighteenth birthday and he would be surprised if he lasted three in his father's home. he didn't know where he was going to go once he was kicked out.

cameron figured he'd live on the streets. he didn't want to bother any of his friends, especially declan, because he was already letting gabe stay with him. he couldn't ask james because he lived with jayden. other than them, he didn't really have a lot of friends. maybe he would ask caine, even though he lived with someone much like his father, along with his homophobic cousin. he didn't know what he would do, but he knew that living on the streets would be hard for him. he had a hard time alone. he couldn't sleep knowing that he was so vulnerable around everyone else. he didn't want to sleep on the streets, didn't want to go days without showering. doing something like that would be horrible to him. people in school hated him and pushed him around, he would probably become someone's bitch on the street, he would have to drop out of high school to get a job. something he really didn't want to do by any means when he lived on the streets. he didn't want to think about having to walk into work without having taken a shower. it was all he would be able to do, though, and it made him sad.

cam nodded when gabe spoke about the book he was reading and the book he was reading and why he didn't really like going to school. "yeah.. i feel you." he said with a smile. "i don't really like going to school much, but it's better than being at home with my dad." he told him, smiling to himself. "i mean.. a lot of the big guys here don't really like me, because i'm gay.. but i deal with it." he shrugged, sighing and smiling, taking out a small bag of carrots from his over-the-shoulder bag, munching one happily. "is this where you always go for lunch?" he asked once he swallowed what carrot he had. "i don't like sitting in the cafeteria, maybe we could sit out here and eat together more often... what do you think?" he suggested happily, pulling out another baby carrot and munching on it for awhile, while he waited for gabriel to answer.

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