Because You're Different

>you've both been best friends since elementary school
>at first you didn't know why the others picked on her
>the grown-ups just said that she was different
>at first you thought it was because of her tail
>holy heck was it soft!
>you once asked her why she spoke so slow and walked funny,
>boy was mom mad
>you just asked a question!
>Mom just said that she had something called "cereal palmsie" or something.
>apparently she got hurt when she was still in her mommy
>when the doctors gave Cassie to her mom, she was so happy that she went to heaven
>even though she's different, you still like her
>her brown fur was really nice looking. And the fur on her face, tail, neck, and inside of her ears were a bit lighter
>her eyes were as blue as the water in the picture books mom read to you at night.
>she's so nice, you wonder why all the other kids pick on her
>Cassie doesn't talk that often. She doesn't want the other kids to hear her stutter.
>she sounds nice though, you think. Like the yellow birds that come to your house right before school lets out.
>Mom let you sign up to be her Best Buddy... even if you already were her best friend in the first place. This club must just solidify that. Weird.

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>you're both in high school now
>of course you're still her best friend and her Best Buddy
>some assholes still pick on her, most ignore her, but you're always there to help her out when she asks
>not because she needs it, but because she is just different
>"T-t-t-thanks for help.....help....hel-helping...hellllping! Helping me with my exams Anon."
>you hardly notice her limp as she hobbles next to you
>"You're welcome, Cass! Anytime you need something just let me know."
>"I-i will. I'll see you after we graduate, right? We're going t-to be together forever!"
>"Hehe, of course, Cassie."
>when you drop her off at her Dad's house, she looks back to you.
>is she scared?
>"A-a-anon... I ju-just wanted to say.... say.... that I lo-love. I love you!"
>she practically shouts it out to the world. It's cute when she tries so hard to say something that's on her mind.
>"Yea, yea. I love you too, Cass. See you later!"

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>after you both start college, ya'll share a dorm together
>she milked her handicap for a larger 2-person dorm
>you're studying really intensely with her for her engineering exams.
>as you both turn the page in the textbook, your hands touch.
>......
>"Anon, I love you."
>"Aw, Cass, that's sweet, I love you too!"
>"N-no, Anon. No no no no no. I mean I r-r-r-really....I really... love!... You. F-f-fuck. I l-l-l-love y-you so much Anon! W-why haven't you ever asked me out? I-i know that....I am...diff-different!... Like how the others say I'm retarded."
You're not sure how to respond. You've been such close friends for so long.
>"Y-yes Anon..... i-i-i-i I want.... I want... us to be.... g-g-g-girlfriend and boyfriend..... J-just ignore me. I- I don't know.... know what you'll say. If its because I'm ret-"
>you silence her with a small kiss on the corner of her lips.
>"Cassie. I know you're different... but I love you because you're different. I think we've studied enough for the night. Let's go watch a movie and snuggle on the futon."
>"L-like a couple?... like boyfriend and girlfriend, Anon?"
>"Yea, Cass. Here, take my hand. This night is just gonna be about us.... I love you, too, Cass."