I gave her a blank look. What did gin have to do with this?

“Casablanca?”

“What?”

“Oh my god, have you never seen Casablanca?” She laughed, like bells.

“I’m not really much of a movie person,” I said, too embarrassed to add that the movies I do watch are exclusively ones with sword fights or magic.

“Okay, I get that,” she said, smiling and nodding her head. My stomach swooped. “But Casablanca is a classic. You don’t have to be a movie person to get into Casablanca.”

“All right, I trust you,” I teased, feeling on surer footing. It felt like the beginning of a volley—the kind of conversational fencing that is as close as I get to a comfort zone with other people.

“So you’ll watch it?” she asked, her eyes wide in hope. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my bus approaching the stop, hear the hiss of the doors opening. And in Emily’s eyes, I saw an opening, her hope maybe being about something more than just getting a random stranger to watch a movie you liked. I was running out of time but even I wasn’t too clueless to see the perfect opportunity that had been laid out in front of me.

So in that moment, with rain pounding on the umbrella above us, I did something I have never, in my nineteen years of existing on this planet, done before.

I asked someone out on a date.

And against all odds—

community/TheUnusuals post by n/thatsahumanperson

Hey folks—so the situation with my sister has kind of escalated. We both still live with my parents (keep your comments about the computer nerd living in his parents’ basement, I’ve heard it all before and I should think that you guys, of all people, should understand that I’m not your standard college dropout) and we were having dinner the other night when she dropped kind of a weird bomb on us.

Apparently she’s been having these fits where she falls asleep—doesn’t matter where or when, sometimes she’ll just drop unconscious. She’s claiming that it’s narcolepsy, which definitely makes a lot of sense if we were, you know, a normal family. I’ve mentioned this on this sub before, but everyone in my family is Atypical Unusual—well, at least my parents and I are. My younger sister is past the age where we’d expect her to get her ability. At least, so we thought.