Twitchy and Loud
By: Shits and Giggles
Formerly Known As: Bitch Slap Love

When I was eight I didn't have many friends, nobody seemed worthy of my presence, so when this new kid moved to town and decided I was his new best friend, I wasn't pleased in the least.

The problem with him was that he never stayed still, his body sort of vibrated without his consent, and it seemed there was nothing he could do about it. Still. It was beyond my toleration and I did everything I could to keep him away.

Sadly, no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, he always came back; he would always be attached to my arm, like an over-sized bloodsucker, by the end of the day.

It was a normal Tuesday morning of devising some flawless plan to scare him off that he didn't show up. At first I was delighted. It was day free of the giant squeaky toy that claimed to be a boy.

By lunch time my view had changed. All I could think about was him, 'Did he get hit by a car?' 'Did a bear eat him?' 'Did his parent really sell him to a zoo like he feared?' and it ate at my mind like those fleshing eating bacteria you get from cafeteria food.

After lunch I felt like a zombie, my feet dragged, and my shoulders hung and I trudged back to class. A nervous chatter made me look up and finally see that he was sitting on my desk, his legs swinging. Then, he saw me and almost before I could blink he was at his rightful spot as a living arm warmer.

As it turned out he had had a doctor's appointment that morning that his parents hadn't told him about for fear he'd lock himself in the bathroom again. He continued on without taking a breath about the visit and how the gave him, like, a gazillion shots.

While he chattered I couldn't help the feeling of relief that flooded my system. I couldn't help but feel glad that he had come back. I couldn't help but realize how much I had missed him for the few hours he wasn't there.

Not that he would ever find out about any of that.

And as much I didn't admit it out loud, I had grown to accept others that I wouldn't have just a month before.

Even if they are twitchy and loud.

This is a very, very toned down CraigTweek fiction that I wrote.

It was actually an essay for English. . . . That's why it's toned down.

Also, sorry for the lack of updates. I've recently lost my flashdrive and I no longer have a computer that I can get on FF regularly.