#darien

"Did you just sign?" he asked, eyes practically sparkling. "Dude I have always wanted to learn how to sign. I know the basics but to have, like, a full blown out conversation in sign language is like a dream of mine" he rambled excitedly

"Is it bad that as a kid I really wanted to be spider man? Like the amount of times I jumped off the roof as a kid trying to swing from a make believe web is almost sad to admit," he laughed brightly. "Kind of regret telling you this but oh well, someone has to deal with this knowledge and I chose you"

"I think I'm getting a cold or something," he groaned, feeling both hot and cold right now but he had to study - he was prepping for a huge test and couldn't afford to fail it. "I'll be fine, though, like I look fine right?"

"Dude if I get one more migraine I swear to god," he groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I swear one goes away and then another comes hitting me from behind with a 2 by 4"

"Got it - I got it!" he exclaimed, running backwards - not even seeing what was behind him - until he ran directly into someone. Fumbling back, the ball landed straight on his stomach and he rolled onto his side before sitting up. "Shit" he breathed, looking behind him, "I'm sorry, man, I didn't even see you"

why don’t you find out for yourself?

"I mean - I -" he stammered, looking around at the crowd beginning to congregate around them. "Dude you really don't want to do this" he whispered

"Ah, man, I'm starting to look like my dad with the beard," he said as he rubbed the side of his face. "Do you think I need to shave? I'd hate to look like I'm 17 though"