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Melvin woke up in the early foggy morning of summer camp with barley any sleep. For continuous nights, he had spent them silently crying himself to sleep.
Crying over how NOBODY will truly ever like him. People will only use him for his smarts, and being the main joke in George and Harold’s newest forbidden comics.
Jokes he can’t mentally understand, due to his Asperger’s, a specific type of autism.
The reason why melvin, the master mind of piqua, who’s parents work with the government, feels this why is because of George.
A couple days ago, George and Harold were put on different camps the first day they got there.
Well…it was actually just the other half of the camp. Due to camp director Krupp not knowing if he just split the camp, he would still get the same amount of money.
After the first day melvin caught George talking to a mop with one of Harold’s shirts on it alongside a mountain of crumpled papers next to it, Rambling out ideas. when the mop didn’t reply to him he would cross out whatever he wrote in his notebook, rip it out, then threw it to join the ever growing mountain of papers on the forest floor.
“UGH, THATS IT! I can’t take your endless prattling.” Melvin said while walking past the mountain “and you’re wasting paper.”
George turned to face melvin
”Uhh do you mind? We’re working here.” George replied irritated. “WE?” Melvin said with a scoff, “you’re talking to a mop!”
They both turned to the mop with a bucket on its handle as it squeaked. Almost as if it was agreeing to melvin.
”GAH! You’re right. I’m losing it! I can’t do this without Harold.” George said as he raised his arms in the air. “Agreed, that sackasnoreus idea is a nonstarter.” Melvin paused to think for a moment. “Perhaps Go with something truly dangerous.” Melvin said as he then noticed George staring at him curiously. “Like Sharing your feelings” Melvin said with a whisper as he looked away a little, until he quickly realized he is saying one of his fears. “OR FIRE!” Melvin bellowed, hoping George didn’t hear what he said.
George gasped. “Melvin! That..actually makes sense!” George said as he looked at the sky with a gleam in his eye. It didn’t take a natural boy genius like melvin to know George possibly had hundreds of idea’s flooding this mind like a stream right now.
”oh.” Melvin said, genuinely surprised that someone liked HIS idea. In the past, he was often met with sneers and rolling eyes every time he even remotely tried sharing his ideas. Especially his own father, but that doesn’t matter now.
”well, uh, of-of course it does.” Melvin said with arrogance. Reminding himself to not let his guard down, that he couldn’t be seen as weak to anyone. “But what’s there to be weak about?” He thought. It’s just an idea, this was harmless. Plus someone actually said they LIKED it. Isn’t that what he wanted for almost his whole life?
Melvins mind was racing for a few seconds until his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by George tempting to say something to him. “Do..do you” George said, seemed to be stumbling with his words. “Do you wanna..” he coughed.
”UGHHH!” George struggled while melvin just stared at him, concerned. “ uhh..why are you caterwauling like a wounded bison?” Said melvin as he took a few steps away from George.
”do YOUU….” George coughed again. “Do you wanna help me?” George FINALLY dragged out. “Ugh, help with what?” Melvin replied rigid, while crossing his arms showing he was agitated.
Usually when George and Harold asked Melvin for help, it was just to manipulate him into making the simpletons an invention that commonly gets destroyed sooner or later. Like that one time when they persuaded him into making the buss-tannic 2000 to travel back in time to Ancient Rome where they were almost killed. Or that other time when they-
“do you wanna help me make a comic?”
George said suddenly. Snapping Melvin out of thought. Melvin stared at the air blankly, trying to process if he had indeed heard him correctly while George was gagging on the grass.
”WHATTT?!” Melvin said dazed, as he felt almost speechless. Was this a trick? Mockery? Sarcasm? “MAKE A COMIC?? WITH YOU????” Melvin said feeling stunned, had he really said that? Or was he imagining things? No, this has to be a trick! Desperation even! Why out of all people on their side of the camp, would George ask HIM to make a comic with?
Melvins mind was spiraling again.
Melvin yelped when George leaned against his shoulder eagerly writing. “It’s too late, it’s already begun” until pausing on his writing to look at Melvin. “Can you draw?” “Well…”