Requested by betterbebeaumont. Thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it.

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Mikey

How long are you gonna be?

I manipulate my hands to make the signs, and I watch as Brooklyn chuckles gently. He reaches for my hands to still them, kissing me softly on the lips.

'Not long. I promise. Do you want to come?' he asks.

I shake my head. I'm gonna wait here while you go inside. Too many people, I sign quickly, once Brook's let go of my hands.

He smiles, and I watch his green eyes melt. I smile back.

'Okay, love. Give me a few minutes,' he promises.

I watch him duck into the shop and disappear in a crowd of shoppers. I shiver. I've never liked being around too many people. Too many voices, and it always reminds me how I don't have one. I wish I did, but that's life. Apparently, the almighty one above decided I didn't need a voice.

But luckily, Brooklyn hadn't cared. He loves me for my personality, not for my lack of voice. He's not pitying me. He gets on with things, as do I. He's blunt sometimes, which helps me move forward. Tells me things as they are. Doesn't sugar coat anything.

'Hey, excuse me? Can you tell me where the post office is? I've walked up and down the street about three times and I can't find it.'

I turn to see a young woman stood next to me, staring at me. I point to me, and she rolls her eyes. Sighs.

'Yes, you. Dumbass.'

I huff under my breath, and that's it.

I try to sign to her, signal that I can't speak. But she scoffs.

'Words please. I don't understand all that flapping. Or are you too messed up to talk?' She snaps.

I flush horribly, and I just stand there. I can't do anything to defend myself.

Now, why didn't I need a voice, oh almighty one?

I do the only thing I can do, and that's turn my back on her with an apology. Normal people would have accepted the fact that I can't speak. Normal people would have shrugged and moved on.

No, not this woman.

'Hey? I'm talking to you!' I hear her shout.

She grabs my shoulder to pull me back, and I lose my balance. I stumble away, out of breath, red, embarrassed. I look around. Everyone's watching.

No one's doing anything. And that simple fact makes me wish the ground would swallow me up.

I resort to signing again, as it's either that or walk away, and I'm waiting for Brooklyn, so I can't do that.

She slaps my hands away.

'Words! I don't understand that!' She shouts in my face.

'What don't you understand? He can't speak! He's trying to tell you, but you won't make the effort! And anyway, I would've thought that sign language would be a huge indicator that he doesn't speak!'

Brooklyn emerges from the shop, red, blazing, eyes fixated on the young woman that shouted at me.

I stare at the floor, embarrassed, feel his arm slide around my waist. Rubs his fingers against my skin to calm me. Tell me he loves me. That he's here. That it's alright.

The crowd watching laughs at the woman's exit, but then Brooklyn, to my amazement, turns on them.

'What about you, huh? Were you just gonna stand and watch as my boyfriend struggled? Were none of you going to help him out?'

I lift my gaze, see everyone's has lowered to the floor.

I feel Brooklyn tremble. I lift my hands.

Calm down Brook. Just calm down.

He wraps me in his arms, despite the crowd, and I close my eyes.

'No-one should do that to you. Ever,' he whispers.

I draw words on his back, and I smile when he giggles. Understanding my message.

'I know Mike, you've only got twenty minutes of your lunch break back. So, let's run!'

Brooklyn suddenly takes my hand and runs, dragging me down the street. Now I don't care that people are watching as we run hand in hand, full pelt, down the street.

Wind rushed through my hair. I have the biggest smile on my face. And Brooklyn keeps looking over his shoulder, grinning widely.

Since when did I become so lucky?

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