Rowan. Dani snorts and says that it’s a girl’s name in his petty way, which it obviously can’t be. “I really like that name,” I say quietly, shooting Dani a poisonous glance before looking back over at my new friend (I’d like to think so, anyway), and giving him a shy smile. Just as he thought, I decide handshakes won't do; as touchy-feely as I am with people I'm close to, strangers are different. Not only do I oftentimes dislike them, but I've have all sorts of negative experiences with physical contact. School was always so awful...I've been shoved into so many lockers, dumped into so many trashcans, received so many punches to all sorts of places that I've lost count. It's what I get for being different.
Of course, Dani was always there.... I remember the day we became best friends, actually: it was the fourth of October when we two were in the sixth grade. Dani and I were sitting all by ourselves per usual, only just regular acquaintances then, just staring at the stupid girls chatting and giggling and gossiping and the stupid boys hitting on the stupid girls and acting like fools. Suddenly, he just turned to look at me, chewed on his lip for a sec, and then was all like, “I need backup.” And I was all like, “Alight. Sure,” without even asking what he needed backup for. “Thanks, man,” he had said, nodding his head a few times and fixing his bright green eyes on a kid named Maynard who was seriously about two times his size with fists that could crush both of our faces without a problem. And sure enough, a couple of minutes later, little innocent-doe-eyed Dani walked up to Maynard and, well, with a name like that we can all imagine that Dani’s “payback” was some sort of stupid elementary insult. Even though Maynard had a stupid name, he still had fists that could smash both of our faces in, and it wasn’t surprising that we were the ones who ended up on the ground with bloody noses and bruised eyes. Hey, I thought I was pretty good backup for even agreeing in the first place. Dani thought so too, and we were inseparable after that.
And, that's really off topic, isn't it? The point is, physical contact isn't accepted by me unless it comes from Dani, and Dani's always a little to friendly with me, which sometimes makes me nervous. I don't extend my hand for Rowan to shake. I simply clasp my hands together again to mimic him and smile a bit timidly, hoping he likes me already. I'm hopeless.
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