Bold is Sebastian's writing

italics is Chandler's writing

If you asked anyone about what Sebastian Smythe was like, they would all give you the same answer; Sebastian Smythe doesn't care about anyone, but himself. As the leader of the warblers and being a part of the riches families in all of Lima, Ohio it's understandable that Sebastian might have a bit of a big head. This was not the case for him, he simply didn't care about anyone else's well being. He got all the solos, had As in all of his classes, could buy whatever or whoever he wanted and lived on one night stands.

There were some important requisites, however, to be able to get into Sebastian's bed; you had to be fairly attractive, smart, unattached and have a nice butt. If you had all four of these attributes you were allowed to have sex with one Sebastian Smythe, but that was it. Another thing about Sebastian, he absolutely did not do boyfriends, he didn't want something so useless weighing him down.

Life was easy for Sebastian Smythe, sure some people didn't like him, but he could really care less about people who thought negatively about him.

It wasn't until the beginning of his senior year that something happened to Sebastian that would change him forever, and that something was a boy named Chandler Kiehl. He isn't your ordinary boy, there is something about him that makes him very different from all the other boys Sebastian's ever had relations with, a different that usually Sebastian wouldn't like.

It was about two in the afternoon when Sebastian woke, it still being Sumer vacation this was not unusual. It took Sebastian an hour before he went out the door, having made sure he looked his best just in case a hot piece of action wandered his way. Sebastian had his light brown hair in a way that made it look like a chocolate wave and was quite good looking. He wore a simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, he wore some nice blue jeans and a pair of navy colored Toms. It was simple but effective.

He was off to the Lima Bean, his favorite place to fish for men, besides Scandals, but it was too early for any of that, maybe later.

He ordered his coffee and was going to go sit down in the back so that he ahd a better view of the whole shop when suddenly a short, blond boy came out in front of him out of nowhere. Sebastian saw him too late and couldn't stop; they collided with a loud thud as the blond hit the floor, coffee going all down Sebastian's shirt. He hissed as the coffee seared his body, he pulled it away from his body as much as he could, mourning his new white shirt.

Sebastian looked down at the blond, he was looking up at the brunet with huge, blue eyes, and a pair thick amber colored glasses. He wore a black beanie which blond hair stuck out of, red v-neck, black skinny jeans and some black converses. Sebastian decided that maybe he could put this situation to good use, but first he had to yell at him for messing up his shirt.

"What the hell? Watch where you're going!" Sebastian growled, looking down to assessing the damage done to his shirt.

There was silence afterwards and Sebastian was about to start yelling again when he noticed the blond was waving his hand up and down, trying to get his attention, eyebrows raised.

"What?" Sebastian hissed, a little confused by this gesture.

The blond then raised his eyebrows again, he pointed to himself, then using the same hand, and he made a fist, putting his thumb inside, put it to the upper left of his chest and rubbed it in circled going clockwise.

Sebastian looked at the boy like he was crazy; the brunet had never seen anything like this before.

"What are you doing? You spill coffee all over me, hot coffee mind you, and then you just sit there doing…I don't know what with your hands? Sebastian asked a little weirded out.

The boy got up, pointing to himself again, raising those eyebrows, he then made another motion Sebastian didn't catch and even if he had he wouldn't have understood.

"I don't…what are you doing?" Sebastian asked, frustrated with what was happening.

The boy rolled his eyes, obviously frustrated himself. The blond then tried again, pointed to himself, and then pinching his shirt and the gestured to a bad underneath a table, probably his, and then pointed at Sebastian.

The brunet just gave him another look, and the boy went over to his bag and pulled out a olive green t-shirt, offering it to Sebastian who beside his better judgment, took it.

"uh..thanks." The brunet said still unsure about what was going.

The blond brought his hands up, both hands making an 'ok' sign, and moving them back and forth with a satisfied look on his face.

Sebastian was a cautious of the boy, but he changed right there anyway, no harm in giving the blond a little show. As he folded up the stained shirt he looked the blonds' way whose face was as red as Rudolph's nose.

"What's your name?" Sebastian asked, sure the boy was a little strange, but he was hot and had a pretty good backside by the looks of it.

The blond pointed to himself, eyebrows raised once again. He took his hands, his pointer finger and middle finger together on both hands, and then he tapped the right two fingers on his left two fingers. Then he began to make a series of hand movements and then pointed to Sebastian, eyebrows up again, did the two fingers motion, then put his hands out, palms facing the ceiling, moving them from side to side, leaning forward a bit, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Okay, what is that? It's seriously freaking me out. You can just talk to me you know." Sebastian said, rubbing his temples, having second thoughts about trying to take this one home.

The blond pointed to himself once more.

"Would you stop? That's really annoying!" The brunet hissed, feeling his anger bubbling up.

The boy ignored him, point to his ear then making an 'X' with his arms.

"What does that-"Sebastian began, until it dawned on him.

It hit him like a freight train. The boy wasn't talking because it wouldn't have done them any good and he was trying to use those weird hand motions to communicate, which meant he was-

"You're deaf?" Sebastian asked, he felt his heart fall out of his mouth.

The boy smiled, making a knocking motion with his right hand as he nodded, indicating that the brunet had guessed right.

Sebastian didn't feel foolish because he had been rude to the boy; rather that he was yelling at a deaf boy and not able to understand what sign language looked like. Sure the brunet had seen signers at assembles when he was younger, but he never really paid any attention to them, he didn't know any signs, neither did he want to know.

At this point all interest that he had in the boy was gone, he wasn't about to go have sex with a deaf person, how would that work? Would they make any noises during the process? And then Sebastian wouldn't be able to make the boy come by just whispering into his ear, so what fun would that be?

He was about to turn around and walk away when the blond did the little wave thing. Sebastian was bored and decided to humor him.

The blond took his two hands and rubbed his right palm over this left palm two times.

Sebastian was about to ask about the sign, but the boy decided to start over. He took his two pointer fingers and made a square and then using his right hand he pretended to write in the square.

"Paper?" The Dalton boy guessed, he almost cursed himself for making a fool out of himself for talking to a deaf person, but the boy nodded.

Apparently he could read lips, which was a good sign and a bad sign according to Sebastian.

"I don't have any." The brunet said, but the blond was rifling through his bag and didn't see his lips.

The blond emerged with a notebook and a pen. He uncapped the pen and opened to a blank page and scribbled something down. He then handed it to Sebastian. It read:

Hi! My name's Chandler Kiehl, sorry I bumped into you and made you spill that hot coffee all over yourself! I hope it didn't burn you too bad! You can keep that shirt if you want it; it's just an extra one I keep just in case. And sorry I'm not speaking to you, I mean I can, but it sounds awful at least that's what my friend Trey said, so I don't like doing it.

'For a deaf person he really likes to talk.' Sebastian thought, he almost didn't reply, but taking into account that he just got a free shirt from this boy, and not to mention a pretty good quality shirt, he decided to be a little bit nice.

Sebastian motion for the pen, when Chandler saw this he lit up like a Christmas tree and happily handed to pen off to the brunet in front of him. Sebastian wrote down:

Sebastian Smythe, I should be okay. I don't know any signs so you probably should have do this earlier to avoid me being humiliated by yelling at you when you can't even hear me.

Chandler read the note and jotted down some more words and handed it to Sebastian again.

I'm sorry I just forget that not everyone knows sign language and you should be okay, I don't think any of these people knew I was deaf either, they probably just thought that I was intimated by you so that I couldn't speak.

Well, nice knowing you, but I had best be off.

Wait, what? You were just going to the back to go sit down….?...Do I make you uncomfortable?

Sebastian stared at the last sentence, trying to decided whether he was going to tell the truth, but Chandler took the notebook out of his hands before anything more could be written.

It's okay, I make a lot of people uncomfortable, and not everyone knows how to handle deaf people. So don't feel bad

Sebastian was amazed for a little while at how nice this guy was, he hadn't gotten offended by anything he had said and/or written, not a lot of people do that, not even the people who want to get into his pants. The brunet guessed that it was the fact that he was deaf; people with disabilities were usually nicer, because they could see the 'better part of life' or something like that.

Sebastian nodded and Chandler just smiled at him, and took his notebook, saluted, went to go gather his things and left.

Sebastian was relieved and a little weary that it was that easy to get rid of him, not that the Dalton boy cared, he never cared, it just seemed a little too easy, just to tell the boy that he was uncomfortable with him and that he would just up and leave like that.

At least now Sebastian could go searching for boys in peace.

There were a few ones around that looked okay, but either they were here with their girlfriend or they had pancake butt. The brunet sipped his now cold and more than half empty cup of coffee, he almost wished the blond had stayed at least he was worth looking at and he didn't even really talk because of his condition, but his condition was why he didn't want to be seen with him. How pitiful would it be if Sebastian Smythe, THE Sebastian Smythe was reduced to going after disabled people, next thing you know he'll be French kissing an amputee.

Sebastian was so into his thoughts he didn't see someone sit across from him, until he saw a coffee being pushed his way. Finally someone was coming onto him.

His happiness was short lived when he looked up into Chandler's eyes, who was smiling back at him.

"I thought you left!" Sebastian exclaimed, he knew that the boy leaving just like that was too good to be true.

Chandler wrote down something in the notebook they had been leaving.

Yeah, to get you a new coffee from that nicer coffee shop a few miles down. I had to pay you back for making you spill all of yours and I hoped that it would help you feel more comfortable around me.

Why we're not friends.

I was hoping that maybe….

No, I'm Sebastian Smythe. I don't have friends, I don't need friends.

Aren't you lonely thought?

Why would I be? I get sex every night.

Having sex with someone every night just proves that you are lonely, because the only people who sleep around are the people who are issues in their own social lives.

Who do you think you are? Dr. Phil? You don't know me and to tell you the truth you creep me in so many ways, especially your little disability it's weird that you don't make any noise at all. So thanks for the coffee, but I'm going to leave and I don't ever want to see you again.

After writing that down, Sebastian got up before Chandler had finished reading so the blond, he was planning on walking out, head held high carrying his confident and ego filled attitude out the door, but then he decided to throw a smirk the blond's way and saw the look on Chandler's face. He looked like you just ran over his cat right in front of his face.

Sebastian pretended not to see it and kept walking, but that look on Chandler's face would haunt his every waking moment.

Signs in order of appereance:

1.I'm sorry

2. I'm deaf

3.I have a shirt in my bag for you

4. No problem

5. My name is Chandler. What is yours?

6. Correct

7. Paper

If I missed one you are more than welcome to ask me about it :)