Summary: If you were to ask most people Phil Lester wouldn’t be the definition of normal. Asperger’s syndrome forms a clear divide between he and his classmates–and one that’s not going to close anytime soon. Dan is the only one who doesn’t seem to mind, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder if anything he did made a difference. Because by the end of the year Phil is gone and nothing’s the same again.
A/N: There are a few orientation things I have to go to in a couple of days and then school starts next week. I’m going to try and stick with updating Sundays, but this might go on an unofficial hiatus for a little because of PBB and the general back to school season. Also look at this cool thing someone made it’s beautiful and you’re amazingly talented thank you so much.
*I myself do not have Asperger’s, and while Phil’s character is inspired by/dedicated to someone close to me who does if there are traits Phil has that come across as being vastly inappropriate/offensive I apologize and please don’t hesitate to let me know
are composed of an infinite number of things. You take a skeleton and add a
brain, muscles, skin, eyes, a heart, and pretty soon you have yourself a human.
At least that’s what the scientific definition would be, although Dan had never
been very good at science.
someone who they are, well, that’s another story entirely and one that’s
not quite as simple or literal as the anatomy of a human.
anyone else Phil was composed of the same basic elements: bones, muscle, skin,
fat, but when it came to what made him who he was the answer became a little
second time Dan noticed Philip Lester was in the middle of gym. He’d managed to
avoid participating thus far by claiming to have forgotten his P.E. kit each
class, but eventually the teacher had called him and Dan was forced to abandon
the charade and join in.
was the current game of the week, and after being split into two teams Dan
found himself standing against the wall and parallel to Phil, who was on the
opposing team. Shoes squeaked across the floor as anticipation filled the air.
screaming of the whistle sent everyone sprinting to grab a ball, yelling and
laughter breaking out as the two teams aimed them at each other. In contrast,
Dan pressed back further into the wall and tried to blend in.
almost barreled into him as he ducked, the ball sailing over his head and
hitting Dan squarely on the chest.
Chris rolled to his and
straightened, giving Dan an irritated look. “The hell was that?” Dan
shrugged. He probably could’ve caught the ball if he’d been paying attention,
but frankly he didn’t care enough about the game to devote the effort that would’ve