"My brother tells me I'm special," Luke said sheepishly tugging on his sweater. "A different kinda special. And-And, that's why no one understands me. And if no one can understand me, he says I shouldn't make friends." Clover gave Luke an odd look, asking, "What'd you mean 'special'?" Luke opened his mouth to speak, tell her about his disorder, but just simply whispered, "Just...special." (Side of Mashton) Unorthodox_Writer copyright (2015) All of the ideas in this novel are from the mind of Unorthodox_Writer. Not affiliated with 5 Seconds Of Summer or any of the other actors in this book