This work is an original and notional story of young adults who are above the age of 18. The school they attend serves special needs adults who graduated high school with an annotated diploma at the same time as their cohort. Their cohort went on to working life or higher education while these adults continued learning life skills with a combination of academics and trades skills under the care of professional educators who are trained to accommodate individual behavioral and cognitive needs. The 2 main characters still live at home with family for care that is otherwise available at assisted care facilities.
No clinical terms are used to describe characters in this story. They are highly functioning young adults still learning about social norms and life in general. The central characters are old enough to be held responsible for their actions, to vote and enter military or national service, to get married and have their own families, and be approved for loans and pay taxes.
What follows is a work of fantasy.
- It is completely original and is not based on any real experience nor intended to portray any actual person having these experiences.
- It is written in the female first person voice.
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Valentines Day at School F
Valentines Day at school M" is this story's companion story written from the male perspective of the same storyline, let me know what you think of how these two stories go together.
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Valentines day at school is finally here! I've had my class set of Valentines cards ready since last week. I bought a box of cards last month at the craft store as soon as they arrived while shopping with my dad. I love making things and I made special cards for people I love and for one person in my class as well as the teachers but the store bought cards are good enough for everyone else.
The one I made for someone special in my class is for the most attractive guy. He has been in my classes at all our schools for as long as I can remember. Of everyone we have been going to school with since we were kids, he is the one I think about all the time. He's 21 and I'm sure he has had adult beverages yet.
I love looking at him and the way he does what he has to do without drawing attention to himself. I sometimes hear girls talk him like they do about guys. Saying things that makes them sound like witches with a b or like sluts. I still think of myself as a princess so I behave accordingly and I love myself this way.
I can't talk about anyone disrespectfully, it wouldn't be proper. I see him as a caring responsible man who is very much like my dad. It's because of him that I look forward to going to school every day and he makes me wish we could go to school on weekends too. I like making myself look good and hope he notices.
The best classes are the ones when we get to work near each other and sometimes he looks at me. Also the best are when we get to work together. But the ones I dream about classes when I get paired up with him, and that hasn't happened for years.
Any day we can do something together always goes way too fast. I can never get enough time to be around him without feeling like I am never going to get my chance with him. If my wish ever comes true we will get assigned to work together permanently.
I feel a strong pull on my heart when he is around like my heart is literally being pulled in his direction. I sometimes wonder if he can can feel that pull too. I think he does by the way he leans in my direction when we are close to each other and in every photo I have seen us both in.
In the photos of us when we were at Prom we are always near to each other, same with graduation. He got his license after we graduated high school and I would love to have him drive me somewhere. I often see him arrive at school driving his mom in her car. My dad still drops me off on his way to work. I don't think about anyone else.
He usually stands or sits with his body turned in my direction and it is easy for me to see his face. I don't often see the back of his head. For some people it's like I never get to see their face so I think I'm supposed to be looking at him. He almost never looks away from where I am and that makes me happy.
I notice everything about him and I hope he notices me. His name is Derek and I have had a secret crush on him since I before I can remember. It's Valentines day and I wore my outfit that fits me best hoping that maybe today he will finally let me know he is interested in me. I don't want to do anything before he is ready.
It's now time for Literature class with Mrs. Fox when we get to give Valentines. I get to the room before anyone else does, like always. The desks are paired up with name signs on them mostly guy and girl. She told us yesterday about this but I purposely did not imagine us together to make my disappointment easier to hide.
Mrs. Fox told me as I passed by her, "You're in the back Debbie, these seat assignments are for the next few weeks." She always says nice things to me in a nice way when I pass her going into her classroom. She is a wonderful teacher and a very nice person.
I can't believe it!!! My name and Derek's name are on the same sign! And we are at the back of the room! Mrs. Fox said to me, "I hope you like who you're paired up with!" in her cheerful voice. She must know I like him and she just made my day! My tummy feel like it's full of butterflies.
My face felt really hot when I looked back at her and I couldn't say anything, only nod my head yes. If she only knew how much I like it. She's smiling and I think she knows. The next girl came into the room and her smile changed to her normal teacher self.
I put my bag by my desk and got my Valentines card box out and put it on my desk. I made sure nothing would be between me and Derek. He can sometimes take so long to get to class but it is always worth waiting to see him come in wearing his short sleeve collar buttoned dress shirt and jeans looking stylish.
I see him! I wave to him but he's looking around and I can tell he's trying to work out what's going on. I call his name and he sees me waving to him. Wow, I didn't know I could feel this good. I'm literally tingling all over with even more butterflies.
He comes over smiling and looks at me the whole way to our desks. I hope he likes my pink Angora sweater and tan pleated skirt. I didn't know I was getting dressed for him today but I'm glad I picked this outfit because he's really looking at me now. It's like I can feel him looking through my clothes and I love it.
The good feeling just keeps getting better! I plop down on my butt on the chair and try to act normal but can't stop looking at him. I can't even remember what normal feels like to act that way. Even dropping on my butt felt really good in a way I never felt before. This is like the most awesome thing on any day ever.
"You're with me!" I said maybe too excited. He looks just as happy as I am and has the best smile. I think I saw him nod his head yes. My butterflies are making me tingle and I'm trying to control my breathing. I just can't think of anything to say and a muscle in my forearm is twitching but I can't see it on my sweater sleeve.
He's sitting now with his leg close to mine. I look away so I don't look at his legs or other parts of him. Then I remember what I made for him. I only hesitate for a second then reach up on my desk for my box of Valentines. Doing something is definitely helping.
I grab the envelope I made for him out of my Valentines box and lean over close to him so only he can hear what I say. "I'm glad we are sitting together today because I want you to have this." I really like that I have a reason to talk to him. I like even more that he is listening and paying attention to me more than ever.
I put the envelope next to his hand as I look around to make sure nobody is watching and felt him take it from my hand. I say for just him to hear, "it's different from everyone else's and I don't want anyone to notice." My heart is pounding and I cannot take my eyes off him.
He looks so cute and he's blushing. I wonder if he has feelings right now like I do. He reached into his bag and pulled out a box of Valentines and put them on his desk also to the side away from me. We just seem to always do the same kinds of things. He took out an envelope that was much bigger than any other in the box.
We have been doing Valentines cards ever since I can remember in every school we went to. Before now he had always given one to me that was part of the box of cards and envelopes, just like everyone else's. This was new and different and he now has my undivided attention.
Derek put that envelope on my lap on top of my skirt. I was stunned and realized I had not reached for it. l put my hand on it fast so it wouldn't fall then looked around but saw that nobody was looking. I looked down at my hand on the envelope. It has my name in the middle in beautifully formed cursive writing ink.
I felt him lean close to me and he said just for me to hear, "This one's different too. I made it just for you." I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest and I suddenly couldn't breathe. My dreams were never like this, yes they were us doing this kind of thing together but in them I could easily breathe.
Mrs. Fox called for everyone to be quiet and then took attendance using the new seating chart. She went row by row and we were in the back so we were called last. I still couldn't breathe and I couldn't move my hand. He gave me a Valentine. A personally made Valentine. I was melting.
