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Mickey Human ~ and again, more.

SCARED SILLY
As I’m walking to my locker at the end of the day, I’m trying to determine what I’ve done to deserve the dirty looks being thrown my way. All I did was yell at Will, and as far as I knew, no one here cared about Will. I guess I was wrong. Maybe it’s because he’s been here since kindergarten. Maybe they’re just protecting one of their own. It doesn’t matter if it’s Will or not, they don’t like their own being harmed by the crazy new girl from Ohio. But naturally, Amen sides with me, since he’s the only other new kid this year. Plus, he tells me Will makes him nervous. He seriously believes that I’ll leave him for Will. He thinks I could like Will more. What goes on in his head? Speaking of Amen, he runs up behind me and throws his arms around me. He starts dragging me along with him down the hall. I have no clue where we’re going, and I’m really not in a position to ask because his small hand is over my mouth. Actually, I don’t blame him. Any normal person would start screaming. For a second, I’m actually flattered that he thinks I’m normal. But I don’t like being normal. I grab his hand and yank it off my mouth. I need some air and I think my nose is permanently clogged. Even though it’s not a major thought in my head right now, I can’t help but feel a spark of electricity run through my fingers as I pry his hand off my face. I start to say something, but he sticks him palm back over my open mouth. This guy has to let me speak if we’re going to be in a relationship. Or something like that. Maybe a demented version of the thing called a relationship.
Amen > “Shut up Mickey, I’m kidnapping you for the rest of the day.” My breathing really does stop for a second, and my heart skips a beat. I’m silent as he lugs me through the almost empty building to a door. I don’t say another word for half an hour. We’re sitting in the middle of the school’s soccer field, taking advantage of the fact that the soccer team doesn’t have practice today. I sit with my knees huddled up to my chest, my arms wrapped around myself. Almost like I’m trying to hold myself together. He’s prompting me the whole time, but I can’t speak. That word. Finally, I have to say it, so he won’t slip up again.
Me > “Don’t say that word again.” I whisper. He leans in with puzzlement in his eyes, trying to hear me.
Amen > “What word?” He says, obviously not knowing what I’m talking about. Moron. Why can’t you read my mind or something? I didn’t want to have to say it. It’s one of the worst words in the English language. I never want to hear it ever again. Yet I have to say it? I clear my throat multiple times. I blink. My eyes are damp. Crap. I look up at Amen. He’s staring at me intently, like he really cares. He probably doesn’t though. He probably just wants to get on with his day. I take a shaky breath, trying not to let the tears brim over. I say it so softly he has to get even closer than he already is. So close that our noses are touching. I lean against him, letting his arms wrap around me.
Me > “Kidnap.”