"And that's what makes us friends.."

[CHANDLER ANTRIM]

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Chandler knew his life sucked, but what he hated most was when life just wanted to remind him that it sucked. He knew how badly his life sucked, yet life was never fair. He got a low 'D' on his paper that he was sure was his best piece of writing, yet he was sure that his teacher hated him for some reason... Yeah, that was obviously the reason for his barely passing (if you even wanted to call it that) grade. Chandler worked his ass off to get shit done, but as usual he fell short of par. He just wanted to skip the rest of the day and hole himself up in his room, but all his teachers seemed determined to get him in trouble. Instead, he drug his unhappy ass through the remainder of the day without actually caring about what the teachers rambled on and on about. He just wanted to steal something, so artfully he slipped his final teacher's favorite red pen into his pocket without anyone else noticing.

He smirked as he pulled the pen back out of his pocket and dropped it into the garage can. He felt a tiny speck of success as he made his way to his room, but it wasn't enough to fight how truly upset he was. He slid silently past the other residents and avoided eye contact with them in fear that they'd want to chat... when chandler only wanted to retreat to the silence of his room. He wanted to slip under the covers and pretend that everything around him is just a bad dream. Chandler reached his room and slipped the key, turned it, and escaped into his room that he shared with Dan Kaplan. His best friend that just so happened to be deaf, yet Chandler saw beyond such a limitations.

He saw how truly outgoing and witty Dan was even without words. the boy had his tweets that Chandler would read through whenever he was feeling a bit under the weather... However, he was beyond just feeling 'under the weather,' because he didn't even acknowledge Dan. Instead, Chandler stripped off his shoes, socks and shirt before crawling into bed. He slowly pulled the covers over his head so that he was completely covered and the world was just the fabric of his blanket. He could easily stay there for eternity if he didn't feel the guilt of totally ignoring Dan. He eased the blanket from over his head and peered at Dan. He sat up slightly to sign. "Fuck. my. life." It was sloppy and Dan was bound to be confused, but Chandler couldn't think straight.

"Chandler talking..."

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[DAN KAPLAN]

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Dan was having the absolute worst day. #literally

He was flopped on his back, facing the ceiling, scrolling through his tweets from the day. "If this aid's ASL were any worse I'd be the aid #reallythough #ihateaids"[/I][/color] read his most recent one. But it hadn't been just his aid's comically terrible sign language, any more than it had been the stupid fire alarm that had gone off while Dan was in the bathroom trying desperately to finish a sheet of Algebra II problems #fuckhomework #seriously, or just the high school principal's cold fingers against his collar, dragging him through the door, or just his lips moving before Dan, before the entire school on the front lawn, his beet-red face, his fists pounding upwards, downwards through the air, the rising sense of terror as Dan slipped further and further into the realization that he had absolutely no idea what was happening to him, what was going on, what he was supposed to be doing, how to make the big scary man stop yelling. It wasn't just the sense of being twisted further and further into a knot of confusion as he tried desperately to read the principal's lips as they flew through the tirade, catching only something about "fire codes", "irresponsible", and "stupid", anymore than it was just the humiliation, the heat rising in his face as he'd walked through the crowd of kids on Baum's front lawn, feeling every eye in the school latched onto him as he took his place at the back with the other Special Ed kids. No, it was all of those things. I would be the one person who ends up with acidic lemon juice when trying to make lemonade with the lemons life gives him #happytweets[/I][/color], he tweeted, conscious both of how little of a shit he should be giving about any of this and of how fucking much he did.

But as he saw the door open from the corner of his eye, he knew he had to put all of that behind him. He needed to pull it together for Chandler #weshallovercome. Because his best friend had enough to worry about without Dan unloading his own stupid problems onto him.

"Yo Jay. Did you remember to turn in your paper?" he typed into a blank notepad on his phone #fuckthewhiteboard, flashing the screen as Jay walked in. God, sometimes he felt like this kid's mother. But Dan couldn't bear not to act somewhat motherly, most of the time. He cared about Jay more than anyone #insertsentimentalviolinshere, and frankly, the kid needed someone to keep him in line.

Whoa, wait. #backup. What was Jay doing? Jay always looked at Dan's phone screen when he entered their room, but today he'd...well, he didn't even seem to realize Dan was there #coolbro #loveyoutoo. Dan tapped the screen a few times to try and get Jay's attention, before finally casting the phone aside and signing, slowly, "Jay. Yo. Jay."

"fuck. My. Life."

Dan's forehead creased with concern. "Jay?" he signed. "Jay, what the fuck's going on?" But Jay had already pulled his blanket over his head.

Oh God #fuck. "I'd better be getting a Mother's Day present for this #seriously" he tweeted, before typing into another notepad "Jay? What's wrong? Talk to me, man."

Dan slid off of his bed and plodded over to the opposite bed, slipping his phone beneath Chandler's blanket. He felt his muscles tense up as they released their hold on the phone, the familiar sense of panic rising as it did whenever he relinquished his only mode of communication with the majority of the world. But this would only be for a very short time, he assured himself. #right?

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Chandler was never one to openly complain about his life, but sometimes life was just a fucking joke for the seventeen year old. He was abandoned at birth and left to rot in an orphanage while being handed over to families that felt pity for the young boy. He reacted to this abandonment by acting like he was a total badass, when really it made him feel weak and practically worthless. Then, there was his need to steal shit simply for the thrill of doing something illegal, yet he had grown so casual with his kleptomania that he didn't worry about getting caught. Finally, his life just tied everything together by making him the dumbest kid in Baum. Yeah, he received disciplinary marks, but he was just too unmotivated and his mind just didn't process things well enough or fast enough.

Before Baum, Chandler liked to escape into his bed when things got hectic, yet he had Dan now. Even though Dan couldn't hear him, Chandler still liked to 'talk' to his best friend. Chandler told Dan everything about his life... He opened up about everything and he knew that he couldn't and wouldn't regret it because he viewed Dan like a brother. So, when he ignored Dan, Chandler felt a hollow pit in his stomach. He felt as if he was taking his hurt and anger out on the wrong person. He signed quickly and retreated back under his blanket, so that Dan couldn't use the big ole brown eyes to get what he wanted. Dan may not have words to say, but when he gave anyone that look then they couldn't help but to open up.

Chandler shifted a bit as he pulled his legs up, yet he noticed that it was far too bright under his blanket. He turned back around and noticed that Dan's phone was the source of the bright light. Chandler grabbed the phone before pulled the cover just under his eyes so that he could look up at his best friend. He typed, "I made a D on my paper. You know how hard I worked on that shit... It just fuckin sucks, ya know? #SorryForIgnoringYou #LoveYaMan" He handed Dan the phone back knowing full and well that the poor kid was having an internal panic attack about it not being in his hands.



"Chandler talking..."
"Chandler signing or texting..."

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[DAN KAPLAN]

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Dan felt a massive exhale leave his body as the phone was pressed back into his hands again, like an unleashing of air from a balloon. #Ugh, that had been a much more stressful experience than it really should have been #notgonnalie. Dan just needed to…something. He needed there to be some way to be able to like, tweet with his mind. Like Stephen Hawking, except without the whole paralysis thing. Couldn’t they come up with something like that for him? At least then he wouldn’t have to have these horrible, terrible, awful moments without his phone in his hand, or any way of communicating with the majority of the outside world #fuckthewhiteboard. And of course, there was always…

No, Dan. He was way too old for cochlear implants. He knew that. He’d always known that. And anyways, as he’d always told himself, and as everyone in the world had always told him, I’m not handicapped. I’m just different. I’m not handicapped. I’m just different. I don’t have a problem that needs to be fixed. I’m just different. I’m just different. God, why was he even thinking about this again? It was something that had been crossing his mind a lot lately. Maybe this whole #yearwiththehearingpeople hadn’t been such a hot idea.

Except, of course it had. He wouldn’t have met his best friend if he hadn’t done this. #Speakingofwhich #whoops he glanced down to read Jay’s message.

I made a D on my paper. You know how hard I worked on that shit... It just fuckin sucks, ya know? #SorryForIgnoringYou #LoveYaMan

Dan’s eyebrows popped a few centimeters upwards. .Wait, shit, a D? he typed, showing his friend the message, then continuing. ”I love you too man, but…” In his mind, he began to rack through the memories of the previous night. #Nottobrag, but Dan had honesty been pretty sure he’d outdone himself on that one. Like, that had been a damn good paper #ifIdosaysomyself, and in any case, even if Dan had missed a few commas or “their/there”s, the whole thing had like, totally[/b] been there. Structurally and all. #notevensarcasm. And wow, a D? Really? .Did you turn in all the pages I told you to? And you added that part to the conclusion, right? With the non-sequitur and the whole thing about the Interregnum? Or maybe it was…” A revelation struck him. .Wait, you printed out the bibliography, right? Shit, you probably didn’t print out the bibliography, did you? Okay, what I need you to do is go back to the teacher, right now, maybe find him at—“

The screen of his phone flickered off.

Confused, Dan pressed the center button, waiting for the characteristic light of the screen. Nothing.

#Wut.

”Chandler…” he signed, finger-spelling the name super slowly to make sure he got each of the letters. ”What…did…you…do…to…my…phone?”

He continued to press the center button as vigorously as possible, feeling his face flush with frustration, but to no avail. #OhGod. #Ohshit. #Ohfuck.

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Chandler just wanted to be alone, yet he wanted to rant to Dan. He wanted to yell about his problems and receive verbal feedback from Dan, yet that was impossible. He didn't have time or focus to watch Dan sign while he ranted, so he usually clammed up. Constantly reminding himself that it wasn't Dan's fault that he could talk, but it was just... unfair. His thinking strayed to a rather selfish area consisting of Dan's handicap as a major deterrent in their friend that could ultimately end it. He had never allowed himself to drift into such territory, but as he watched Dan typing... He just felt completely cheated. As if life was smacking him in the face... yet again. Dan's concentration and reliance on the phone was unhealthy, but it was the only way for the boy to successfully communicate. Chandler hated it. He wanted to hear his best friend's voice, not read or translate signs. No, it was ridiculous that he had to communicate with the only person he truly cared about via texts and hand gestures.

Quirking his brow at Dan as the boy's face immediately showed stress lines and panic. What now? Someone make a comment... Then Dan started signing... Fuck that shit. Chandler looked up at Dan, only to have the guy avert his eyes back to the phone. That fucking phone was ridiculous. Chandler reached out and attempted to snatch it from his best friend's hands. "Fuck the phone, Dan!" He growled through gritted teeth as he shot his friend a menacing glare before sitting up. "Fuck all of this! Fuck this school! " He was shouting now as he threw his arms up in exasperation. He was fed up with everything and something about the day was tipping him over the edge. His anger rolling off him like hot waves. "What the fuck is wrong with us?!" He shouted at the brunette before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "We are a fucked up set of friends. I am a quarter past fucking retarded and you are handicapped. I want you to hear my words, but fuck that. I am tired of everything. I am tired of signing. I am tired of the whiteboard and that fucking phone." He huffed as he slid off his bed and shoved past Dan. Possibly causing Dan to stumble back, but he really wasn't in the mind set of giving a fuck.

He was being a completely asshat, but Dan couldn't hear a word he was saying. Maybe that was best... Because if Dan could hear his words, then their friendship would be over. Cut and left to feed the vultures. Chandler was beyond pissed off and he was taking it out on Dan...again. The only person that probably wanted to help Chandler was the one person that Chandler constantly got pissed at. Why? Because of a disability that Dan had no control over, yet Chandler acted as if it was Dan's fault. No, it was just fate. Life being a bitch to a guy that didn't deserve it. Fuck, Dan didn't deserve Chandler as friend because he deserved someone who wasn't constantly putting everyone down. Dan deserved a good friend that was understanding and patient not rash and screwed up in the head. Chandler was heaving in frustration as he watched Dan with the nastiest look on his face. He wanted to apologize, but what was the point? So Dan could looked confused and ask what he was apologizing for? No, Chandler couldn't explain that he hated the fact that Dan was deaf. Stating that would be just as bad as stating that he hated Dan, when in reality he loved Dan. He'd much rather have Dan get pissed and demand a new roommate than know how selfish and vicious Chandler was being in that moment.


"Chandler talking..."

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One second his phone was in his hands, and the next second his fingers were grasping at air.

#what #the #fuck

”Chandler!” he signed instinctively, then drew his hands back sharply. The signing was clearly upsetting him; every shape Dan made with his fingers brought more anger into his best friend’s eyes. Well, what am I supposed to do, man? he thought desperately, fighting back tears of frustration. Without his phone or his fingers, he couldn’t communicate with anyone in the world but himself. What else can I do?

Now Chandler was talking again, but Dan could see his face reddening, the sweat forming on his brow, his mouth opening wider and wider with every word. He was probably doing that yelling thing, wasn’t he? That thing hearing people always seemed to do when they were really happy, or really angry, and something told him that the latter was probably more likely. Dan could feel the panic rising in his chest, feel himself getting more and more flustered as his roommate stormed around, screaming at Dan as if he’d just beaten up Jay’s mom or something. What the fuck, man? he signed, clenching his teeth, his fingers flying and normal speed for the first time since he’d arrived at this godforsaken school for his #yearwithhearingpeople that had turned out to be the worst fucking idea ever. Why the fuck are you yelling at me? You’re the one who broke my fucking phone, you dipshit. Dude, what the…oh, where’s the whiteboard… But he’d left the piece of shit down in his Algebra II classroom this afternoon #fuckthatclass #fuckthewhiteboard #fuck #everything.

He focused in on Chandler’s lips, trying to grab any subtle hint of what the kid was yelling at him. All he could really see was the word “fuck”, which he could usually recognize because it tended to contort hearing people’s lips in a weird way. Fuck…fuck…friends…fuck… And then, a word he’d have recognized anywhere. …and you are handicapped.

The word shot through Dan like an electric shock. He took a step back, as if he’d just been pushed hard, his eyes slowly widening. You…you didn’t just…

Then he felt Chandler’s harsh, cold hand on his shoulder, shoving him back. Dan stumbled backwards again, sinking onto his bed, still reeling from the impact of all that had just happened to him. He felt like a little kid caught in the middle of a tornado or some stupid disaster like that. Rubbing the shoulder where Chandler’s hand had jarred him, he sat silently on his bed, staring incredulously at the raving lunatic kid in front of him. He still had no idea what was going on. #whendidheever. Half of his brain was still in phone-gone survival mode, twisting and turning uncomfortably, yearning for the feel of the cool metal iPhone case in his fingers, the device that was his gateway to being a normal person. The other half was still stained with echoes of handicapped…handicapped…handicapped…, a single sign he could see the shadow of floating before his eyes, a watermark on everything he looked at.

I’m just different had been his mantra since before he could remember, a mantra that everyone he knew had shoved into his mind until it stuck.

But he’d never felt more different than he did right now. He’d never felt more alone.

Of course you’re handicapped. Stop fucking deluding yourself, Dan. You’re fucking worthless. That kid’s supposed to be your best friend, and even he thinks so.

There’s nothing wrong with me.

You’re fucking broken, Dan. You’re lucky he even tolerated you and your whiteboards and phone typing for this long. Go hang out with the Special Ed kids where you belong.

And he could do nothing but sit on his bed, staring across the room, as silent tears trickled down his cheeks.

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