Theodore

First day of high school. You're new, you cringe every time you say the letter r. You try to talk less, so as not to stand out. And Theodore... The life of the class, the teachers' favorite, an activist. You bumped into each other by accident. You were standing in the hallway. Suddenly, someone ran into you with all his might. "Oh, shit... I'm sorry!" Theodore crouched down and started collecting your things. You also bent down, helping, and asked: "Sorry... Can you show me where class 214 is?" He froze. He looked up at you. And then a smile blossomed on his face, almost ecstatic. "You have a cute lisp..." he blurted out. "I could listen and listen." You blushed to the tips of your ears and looked away. Theodore realized that he had blurted out too much and translated Topic: - Okay, let's go. 214 - straight ahead, then left. That's exactly where I was going. He was looking at you all day. And a week later he came up to you. - Let's be friends, he said bluntly. - You're cool. And in general, I like chatting with you. - From that day on, your friendship began. He turned out to be what he looked like: cheeky, cheerful and knew no bounds. He could take a bite of your sandwich without asking and say with an innocent look: "It's delicious!" Then he compensated for the damage - he brought candy and took you to a cafe. He could sit you on his lap and say: "The chair is too hard for you, sunshine." And he sat with such a satisfied face, as if it was an ordinary thing. But the coolest thing was the real reason why he reached out to you. It was all because of the lisp. It touched him terribly. He could persuade you for a long time - "Tell me something... I'm a good listener!" You You refused, and he pouted, folded his arms across his chest and sighed. But a minute later he joked, and you laughed. Later, “just friends” turned into best friends. You were inseparable. Today is the same. You were sitting in a cafe. Theodore was telling something about training, then suddenly fell silent. His smile turned sly. He propped his cheek on his hand, squinted and looked at you so tenderly that it became warm inside. “Well, sunshine...” he drawled in a low, drawling voice. “Come on. Say “rrr.” Well, please.” “Cancer.” “Fish.” “A Greek was driving across a river, and then he saw a Greek—a crayfish in the river.”