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"I don't get you" Brian muttered at one point. He'd been stuck alone with Allison for a little bit, as the others were goofing off in the upstairs part of the library.
Allison, who had been biting her nails, paused and looked at him, tilting her head as a silent cue to continue.
"Well, it's just like..." he scrambled to elaborate. "You do crazy shit but then you get all closed off whenever anyone tries to talk to you"
Allison made a small, squeaking noise. Brian rolled his eyes.
"You're not mute" he told her, growing annoyed. She smiled. He didn't get it, and it was so funny to her. "I heard you talking earlier"
"Words don't always come out the way I... Want them to"
"Yeah, yeah" Brian chuckled, looking at her incredulously. "I get that, I guess. I mean, I sometimes can't talk for a while after I get too worked up about something"
"In a good way or a not good way?"
"Either" Brian shrugged. "My m- My mother and my dad said that they think there might be something wrong with my brain" he continued, not looking at her now. "Like, they think I might be retarded or something, but they also don't know how I could be since my grades are generally pretty decent"
"You could just be like me" Allison shrugged. Brian raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" he asked.
Allison said nothing then went back to biting her nails.