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A small vibrating sensation wakes me up the next morning to see my book on my chest, and my hearing aids on the desk where I left them.

"Shit."  I scramble to my phone to check the battery percentage.  74%.  I sigh as I put them in.  It should last me the whole school day.

My dad drops me off, signing "I love you".   I sign it back before going into the building.

Lunch comes pretty quickly.  Amber and I sit at our usual table.

"How'd it go last night?"  she asks. 

"Great!  The dudes a Harvard graduate and ghost writes for the New York Times."

"Oooh, smart boy."  she smirks.  

"He's also excited about everything."

"Glass half full kind of guy, I like it.  What else?  Did he say anything about your hearing aids?"

"No.  His sign language is a little dysfunctional, but he tried."

"Does he have a wife?"

"No.  He lives alone, isn't that depressing?"

"But, he seems so nice.  What's his name?"

"Brendon.  I hope he finds someone."

"Is he gay?"

"How would I know?"

Amber shrugged.  "Is he attractive in any sort of way?"

"No, Amber."  I say with an eye roll.

"I don't believe you." she says taking out her phone.

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to see if he's on Instagram so I can look at him for myself.  What's his last name?"

"Urie, I think."

"U... r... i...  found it!"

I should've known.  Amber can find anyone on social media.

"Oh, my god!"  she exclaims.

"What?" 

She shows me the phone.  "Check out his page!  He's lived almost everywhere.  Woah, beach shots from Florida."  Amber is intrigued by the shirtless photos of him.  She hits my shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"You said he wasn't cute or attractive."

"Yeah?"

"Rebecca, he's hot!"

"No, he isn't."

"You have such bad taste in boys."

"Maybe I'm gay."  I say sarcastically.

"That would explain a lot."  she says with a laugh.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing.  But... still..."

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