"So he has a mental disorder?"
"Sadly, he does." Dmitri made a pained expression."He doesn't looked mentally handicapped though. Just really tall."
"Erm, it's just a mental disorder. You know, like dyslexia or autism." Smooth move, have to keep that one in the books! "But don't you girls worry, I am his caretaker. I sacrifice my happiness for his."The girls circling him all aww'd and said various things like 'you're such a hero!' and 'here is my phone number' which Dmitri would gladly take from the cute girls.
"Now I best go back, before he drowns himself in the sand." Dmitri walked back to where Beck was making his sandcastle. Which was, quote on quote, 'going to be the best sandcastle you've ever saw!'."Thanks for bringing me to the beach, Dmitri!" Beck said as he tried to make a tower but had too dry of sand so it just fell into an odd pile.
"Hey, it's what friends are for," replied Dmitri while already memorizing the phone numbers on the napkins and which girl wrote which.Site © to Becky B. Created August 7, 2008
