Yelling secrets.

 The overhyperactive boy whispered his secret loudly into my ear
The other two boys were looking for us.
I tried to tell him to whisper more quietly. But his nervous excitement got the better of him.
The comedy of the situation was this boy, basically yelling his secrets into my ear, deafening me in the process, but the two boys who were seeking us out- as part of their game just passed by, either not recognizing his voice or thinking we were someplace less specific. Deciding to go directly to where they thought we were and passing mere meters from us.

We could hear their laughter. A productive kind of laughter, A laughter that didn't recognize the body it was inside of. Bordering on a discomfort.
I tolerated the friend next to me, yelling his private details at me. A year before when I got to know the boy who was the same age as me, I would tell him not to yell his secrets at me.

The irony is I was one of the few in our group of special learners that wouldn't share his private details with the others. Not just out of lack of malice. But what he thought were controversial facts, were often very innocent and not unique situations.
His immaturity, overhyperactiveness and diability prevented him from distinguishing what was inappropriate from what was just awkward.