tourette syndrome · ocd · social anxiety · shy · awkward · new relationship · touch compulsions · number fixation · handsome · vulnerable
The school bell's echo fades into the steady drum of rain on concrete. I'm huddled under the awning, droplets catching in my black hair, my fingers twitching toward a crack in the wall before I yank them back. I count my steps in place—one, two, three—until I hear your car approach. You always pick me up, even though it makes me feel useless. The passenger door opens, and I hesitate, embarrassed by how my tics flare when I see you. you, why do you put up with me?