In His Eyes Chap.2

Woohoo! The shiny ball didn't distract me that much! xD So, I'm going to make a cast for this story, if you have anyone in mind that you'd like to play Micah or Dimitri, feel free to tell me :)) Comment and vote, and remember that this story is gonna be in the Watty Awards!

-Shax

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In His Eyes Chap.2

"Wow, isn't he smart," Micah said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and got up.

"Where are you going, Micah?"

Micah pointed to the restrooms, "order me the usual, Chris."

Once he left, I turned to Chris and tried hard not to jump over the table and punch him square in the face.

"He's cute, huh?" He gave me a knowing smile and I just shook my head.

"I'm leaving."

Chris grabbed my arm and gripped it hard, "Give him a chance, Dimitri. I didn't know that you were so close-minded."

I scoffed, "Close-minded? Chris, you failed to tell me he was blind. How am I supposed to take this?"

"Come on, D', are you going to let that stop you?"

I chuckled humorlessly and pulled my arm back to lay by my side, "I don't know if I can live with him, Chris," Chris gave me a look that made me clench my jaw, "Stop fucking looking at me like that... what I mean is I don't know what to do or how I would help him, and.... damn, being around a man that attractive would be a little dangerous at the moment."

I leaned forward, wishing that the stir in my pants would die down.

"Seriously, what's stopping you is that your dick got hard at the sight of him? Damn, D', you have to get laid." Chris laughed.

"Enough with the sarcastic shit, Chris, I'm serious."

Chris sighed and leaned back on his seat, "Alright, well medically speaking, Micah isn't blind. I mean, his eyes can see. According to every doctor he has been to, there's nothing wrong with his vision but his brain just doesn't interpret what he sees. He's a medical mystery."

The more Chris told me about Micah, the more curious I got. I glanced towards the restrooms to see if Micah was coming, but there was no sign of him.

"How did Micah..."

"When he was around sixteen, he was in a car accident with his older brother and his friends. Two of his friends survived with only minor scratches. Micah and his brother suffered the most. Axel, Micah's brother, died in the ambulance and Micah lost his sight. But like I told you, he's a medical mystery."

I was quiet as I ponder what Chris had just told me. Maybe the trauma had been too much that Micah's brain blocked all that by taking his sight. I tried to picture myself living without sight and I couldn't. I relied on my eyes when I made pottery, or else it would look like a clump of clay instead of a bowl or a mug.

"So I'm guessing that Chris has told you everything you need to know about me.... perhaps a little more than necessary."

I was brought out of my thoughts by Micah sitting in front of me. I had heard only the last part of what he had said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I mumbled trying to sound like I had heard him.

"I told him how you lost your sight, and he's still here. Doesn't that tell you something?" Chris butted in.

"Yea, it tells me that he's curious about how I've survived this long."

We were quiet for a couple of minutes before Micah said, "So what do you do for a living?"

"I own a pottery studio."

Micah nodded as he sipped his coffee and I stared into his eyes. They were very expressive just like I had thought at first. He was curious and his eyes couldn't deny it.

"Why are you looking for a place to live?"

I glanced at Chris and he shrugged, "I... I moved out from my apartment. I didn't like it anymore."

Chris scoffed, "Sure, that's why you left."

"It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I don't like being nosy," he said and I felt like it was directed to me.

"Hey."

Chris changed the topic before I could continue, "So Micah, why don't you tell Dimitri about the house?"

"Well, the house is Victorian with room to spare. I can afford the rent so there's no need for you to freak out about it. I just need someone to live with so I don't have to live in a retirement community. I'm sure you figured that out as soon as I walked in, and by your abrupt comment, that I am blind."

I stared at him at a loss of words. Micah was a very blunt person, for lack of a better word. I couldn't help to like this about him. It meant that when it came down to an argument, he wasn't submissive.

My thoughts started going down south as I pictured other ways of him being submissive, so to change topic I asked, "How much is the rent?"

Micah sipped his coffee and stared straight at me, "Total, is about $2,500 per month."

I had been drinking my hot chocolate so when he said the amount I sputtered my drink all over the table. I mumbled 'sorry' as I cleaned my mess.

Chris chuckled as he said, "Don't freak out, dude. You can afford it, no?"

"'Freak out' isn't exactly the word I would use, don't you think?"

Micah shrugged as he bit into a sugar cookie.

"I'm just a little taken aback. I need time to process all of this and more time to get to know you, Micah. One thing I can tell you right now is that I wont let you pay the whole rent. I'll think about it for a couple of days, alright?"

"Come on, D', be more open-minded about this and just agree to it." Chris said with a pleading tone.

"Open-mindedness has barely anything to do with living with a blind person, Chris. Patience? Yes. Determination? Yes. The ability to cope with frustration? Yes. Open-mindedness? Only initially," Micah said and we went silent.

I looked down at my watch and sighed, "I'm sorry guys, but I have to go. I'll call you later, Chris. And Micah, it was nice meeting you." I got up and left the café.

On my way to Damien's I kept replaying what had happened today. If I were to agree to live with Micah, then I needed to clear some things with him. For one, telling him that I'm gay wouldn't hurt. I'm sure that if he was a homophobe that Chris would have never introduced us.

"Can I really live with a blind guy?"

He's hot, my brain butted in and I shook my head. I didn't need that right now. But I couldn't help it; my mind kept remembering his eyes. They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

As I parked my car outside of Damien's house, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Chris.

"Hey, what happen?"

'I'll be there in a bit, hold up,' I heard him say and was confused until he said, "Sorry, D', my sister needs help with the triplets. I don't know how she puts up with all three of them brats."

"Okay...? So, this is why you called me?"

I could picture Chris rolling his eyes. It seemed to be his favorite thing to do.

"No, I called you to ask you for a favor."

"As much as I like you, Chris, I cannot give you a raise."

Again the eye rolling, "will you shut it and let me finish? I need a favor tomorrow early morning."

I sighed, "Sure, what is it?"

"Micah needs to be at the library around seven in the morning, and I can't give him a ride."

I rubbed my temples as I opened the door to the house. Drake was going up the stairs to the second floor. He waved at me and I nodded at him. The twins ran up the stairs behind their daddy; completely ignoring me.

"Why can't his roommate take him?"

"Jake works at the university, so he leaves early. Please, Dimitri?"

I sat on the couch next to Damien and he glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. I mouthed 'Chris' and him nodded and chuckled. Damien turned his attention back to the T.V

"Alright, give me the address." I wrote it down on the notepad on top of the coffee table and hanged up after saying 'bye' to Chris.

"Why do you look so tired?"

I cracked my neck and back and leaned back on the couch, "Chris told me about a friend of his who rents at his house."

"That's great, so what's the problem?"

It's not a problem; I thought as I answered, "The friend is blind."

"Ah... what did you say to him?"

I covered my face, why? I really don't know.

"That I would think about it," and the more I thought about the more willing I became to live with Micah. I left the last part out though.

Damien was quiet for a bit and then he patted my thigh, "You'll know what to do. You always do."

I nodded and got up from the couch. As I made my way to the stairs I passed the twins and they flung themselves at me.

"Ah!"

They both screamed 'uncle' and wrapped their arms around my neck, making it hard to breathe. Drake came out of their room and his eyes widen. He pried their arms from my neck and I took a deep breath. Damn, they sure were strong.

"Where are you going?" Drake said as he was about to head down the stairs.

"Have to wake up early tomorrow, "I shrugged and walked to my room.

Damien's house was a two story house. It had five rooms and three and a half bathrooms. The twins shared a room, so there were rooms to spare.

'Well, the house is Victorian with room to spare. I can afford the rent so there's no need for you to freak out about it. I just need someone to live with so I don't have to live in a retirement community. I'm sure you figured that out as soon as I walked in, and by your abrupt comment, that I am blind.'

Micah's words echoed in my head as I plopped down on my bed. Minutes later I was fast asleep.

I woke up to my phone buzzing near my head. With half closed eyes, I glanced to see that Chris was calling me.

"Hey, don't forget to pick Micah up, ok? Well, bye!"

I pulled the phoned away from my ear and stared at it. What the hell? Oh, shit! I had forgotten about picking Micah up. I glanced at my clock; it was 6:25am.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," I chanted as I practically ran around my room looking for my clothes and then jumped to take the quickest shower I have ever had. As I ran down the stairs, I remembered to grab the notepad from the coffee table with the address and out the door I went.

I arrived at his house and my jaw dropped. When Chris had said that the house was big, he hadn't made it any favors. The place was huge! The main house sat behind a rock fence and a huge metal door that separated it from the street.

There was a cab by the door and I shook my head. Chris hadn't told Micah that I would be coming over to pick him up.

"Ah, he thinks he's so damn smart, does he?"

I saw the door open and I got out of my car. Micah closed the door behind him and my breath got caught in my throat. If I had thought that Micah looked gorgeous the night before, now he looked absolutely beautiful. Micah grabbed the cabbies hand and I finally found my voice.

"Hey, Micah," I said as I approached them.

Micah stopped on his tracks and shook his head in disbelief, "I'm going to kill Chris," I heard him snarl and a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Thank you for coming, but my ride is here."

At first I thought he had said that to me, but then I watched as the cabbie nodded and got on the cab and left.

It was only Micah and I now.

"I really appreciate you coming to pick me up," Micah said as he folded his cane. I walked over but stood awkwardly in front of him.

"I... forgive me, but I have no idea what to do."

Micah smiled and I felt my chest expand. I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat. Micah placed his right hand on my left shoulder and his left hand on my arm.

"Lead the way, but not too fast. Also, if I run into anything I will kick your ass with my cane." Micah teased.

I chuckled, "I'll do my best." I tried to ignore the electricity that ran up my arm and shoulder from Micah's firm but gentle grasp.

Once Micah was inside my car and his seatbelt was fastened, I walked around and did the same.

"Do you have to be at the studio today?" Micah asked as I pulled into the main street.

"Yeah, I have to work with some new clay that will be arriving later today."

"So your schedule is pretty flexible." He said as matter-of-fact.

I nodded and then remembered that he couldn't see me, "yea I do. I pretty much make my own schedule."

"Is that why your boyfriend left you?"

I slammed the brakes on the red light and muttered a 'sorry' as Micah tried to breathe normally. We were silent for most of the ride from there on.

"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean that I'm an idiot, Dimitri."

I liked the way he said my name, "I didn't say you were an idiot."

"Thanks, many people think that because I'm blind that I'm slow too."

I chuckled at the thought, "I don't think that."

We were silent again. I could tell that he was itching to ask me about my reason for looking for a new place. I'm sure that Chris had told him something, but being Micah, he wanted me to tell him myself. I parked outside the library and climbed out of the car and walked around to Micah's side. When Micah grabbed my hand, it felt like I had been shocked. I think he felt it too, because he looked up at me. Or at least he intended to look at me.

Again, Micah placed his left hand on my shoulder and his other hand on my arm. I walked him to the front of the library and he let go of my arm.

"What do you do here?"

Micah looked around, as if he could see the building in front of him.

"I teach blind kids to read Braille." He said with so much pride I couldn't help but smile.

"That's great," I said and took a deep breath. It's now or never, I thought. "Micah, what are you doing tonight?"

Micah hesitated, "I was going to go to my friend's house and get drunk." I noticed the sarcasm and chuckled.

"Nothing, I usually just sit at home and listen to music. There's times when I sit in my studio and paint."

I smiled, "Would you like to come to the studio tonight?" If he painted, then molding clay would be a piece of cake to him.

Micah smiled again and nodded, "I'd love that." I felt a flutter in my stomach and sighed in relief.

"What time can I pick you up?" I saw his hesitation and added, "If I'm going to live with you, I'll have to get used to this, so I might as well start now."

He nodded, "I go to music class around four, so around six would be good." I was about to ask about his music class, but then remembered that the library and the recreational center were right next to each other.

"I shall be here at six then," I said.

"I'll see you later," Micah said as he walked through the doors of the library.

Am I doing the right thing? I thought to myself as I walked to my car and drove towards the studio.