Awsten works at Wal-Mart, and lives a pretty dull life until he finds a homeless guy with a moderate amount of brain damage in his garbage can.
Also, Awsten is a bit of an asshole in this
Awsten found this, I'm sorry

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Awsten works at Wal-Mart, and lives a pretty dull life until he finds a homeless guy with a moderate amount of brain damage in his garbage can.
Also, Awsten is a bit of an asshole in this
Awsten found this, I'm sorry
All things happen for a reason, don't they? When Awsten found out his second-semester elective was woodshop, he wholeheartedly disagreed with that statement. Surely being put into woodshop was simply a meaningless annoyance. He was wrong. If his schedule had said something different, he'd never have dropped the class and applied to be a teacher's aide, and he'd never have bothered to talk to Geoff Wigington, and he'd definitely never have discovered the unlikely similarity between them.
“Before the car crash, Alex was charismatic, friendly, witty, the whole lot. Now? He can barely stand on two feet.
But thanks to a certain Jack Barakat, he’s not giving up any time soon.”
This is my entry for the LYR writing contest.
Jack is a lawyer, Alex has Asperger Syndrome.
Jack has Asperger's Syndrome.
chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / unfortunately masterpost and all other chapters are deleted
Alex has a disfiguration and no friends. Until Jack comes along and heals him.
'Mom kind've...re-arranged my room, I guess,’ He muttered quietly, 'Threw me off a little bit.’ It had more than thrown him off, it had had him writhing all night with frustrated tears in his eyes until he'd finally just given up, flung the covers onto the floor and grabbed his notepad and pen, curled up on the comfy seat beneath his window and let the stars be his light as he scribbled away. It had prevented even a wink of sleep but, he kept that to himself. It wasn't like Jack didn't know the truth anyway.
( edit from the future: we used to get asks all the time about if the author was ever going to complete this fic. in 2014, eve messaged her on twitter to ask if she ever intended to finish it and she told her that she had lost interest in the story and did not intend to write any more for it, but that she felt she had left it at a point that works as an ending, so in case anyone wondered, this is a completed story. )