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There were far too many instances a day where Ema couldn't move, think, or feel. Everything felt so much like nothing so much of the time, and sometimes it all overflowed and she just couldn't.
Being befriended by Spoon helped a bit.
He didn't make it go away by any means, but sometimes it was just nice to be acknowledged and to feel real.
Spoon had another friend, Mickey. She supposed Mickey was her friend as well. It wasn't quite the same. Mickey wouldn't spend three hours explaining an entire TV show to her, and she wouldn't listen if he did.
Maybe that mentspoon was her best friend. Maybe that meant she didn't like Mickey. None of that really mattered because she was on her way to school and those fuckheads, Troy and Buck, were following her.
It wasn't uncommon. Troy and Buck had been bullying her since her first day. The real problem was Spoon, rambling about some dumbass musical with zero awareness. Normally, she'd just call him a nerd, and he'd laugh and carry on, but they were here, and she couldn't speak.
Predictably, the mocking began. Ema was used to ignoring it, but she could tell Spoon was slightly perturbed. She grabbed his arm just when the comebacks were inevitably about to start spilling.
Unable to get the rise they wanted, Troy and Buck began throwing things. Ema thought that maybe Spoon would have realised that reacting was a bad idea by now. Maybe she was right. And then something hit her in the back of the head.
She lurched in shock, and that was enough for Spoon.
Ema could barely process Spoon storming over to the bullies or the shouting, but when Buck grabbed her arms and held her back while Troy punched the shit out of Spoon, she felt more anger than anything she'd felt in a long time, and all she could do is yell.