There was a lot he wanted to know. He didn't know where to begin. So, he started with the basics.
"Favorite color?"
"Tch, really? Stupid question, but, uh... Red, I think."
"Red. Ok..."
Jasper tapped his pencil against his paper after writing it down.
"What did you look like before all this happened? I mean like was your hair white like this already?"
Narcolepse picked up a strand of Jasper's hair, then let it fall back to his head. He shivered.
"I was a brunet with brown eyes. My skin wasn't this pale, either. Very boring."
"Huh. I don't think I'd have spared you a glance in that form."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing. Next question."
Jasper tapped his pencil against his paper again. He really wanted to ask Narcolepse about his romantic preferences but he was afraid that was going too fast and too far out of what was acceptable.
"Hey, Mr. frozen over there. Just ask. I don't care what it is."
Jasper looked at him and a deep blush spread across his cheeks. He hoped it wasn't noticeable...
"Are you straight?"
Narcolepse had a smile slowly form and grow on his lips.
"Yeah, a straight up bitch. No, I'm kidding. I'm as straight as a whistle."
"Whistles curve."
"So do rainbows."
"So you're not straight."
"What do you think, Snowflake?"
"I..."
"I'll let you think about it. When you've figured it out, come find me."
Narcolepse stood and left the library with his notebook.
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The Weirdos
Teen FictionJasper is 17 years old and the worst thing he's ever dealt with in his life was a move from California to Arizona and the death of grandparents he never knew. That is, until his hair turns white and he suddenly has the strange ability to freeze the...
