In His Eyes Chap.5

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In His Eyes Chapter 5.

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The moving crew came over early Saturday morning and began to take my things into the truck and head to Micah’s house. Our house… it sounded so damn weird.

“You ready, bro?” Damien came in wiping his forehead and sitting next to me on the mattress left in the room.

I nodded as I looked around the empty place. In a month I had made this my room my home. It had taken me two weeks to fix up my CD shelves and bookshelves. Now, I was moving out and it took the moving crew less than five minutes to pack my CDs and books up. I felt cheated for some reason.

“You know, you can always move back in.”

I glanced at Damien and smiled, “Thanks, but I think you miss having sex as much as Drake does… maybe even more.”

Damien slapped me on the back, causing me to cough painfully. “You know me so well.”

We shared a laugh as we sat in the empty room.

“I’ll miss you, bro,” Damien mumbled under his breath and squeezed my shoulder. He wasn’t like those guys that wear their emotions on their sleeve, so telling me that he would miss me took a lot from him.

“I’ll come visit when you least expected.”

Damien laughed and turned serious, “You disturb us during sex and I will have your heart for breakfast.”

I didn’t know if either to laugh or walk out of the room, but when Damien burst out in laughter I did too.

“The moving crew is ready to head out. I sent them to the storage unit to gather the rest of your things.” Drake walked in and leaned against the empty closet door.

I sighed and got up from the mattress, “Thanks guys, I’ll come around when I have time.”

Drake wiped his eyes and I went over to him and hugged him to my chest. He was always so emotional, even when we were younger. That was one thing I liked about Drake; if he was mad, sad, or angry he would always let you see it on his face before he would even utter a word.

“I’ll come visit you more often, alright?” Drake nodded and hugged me back. The twins ran into the room and hugged me tightly. Even though they were almost ten years old, they acted as if they were around six. There were times that I found it cute, but also very annoying.

They’re not my kids, I would repeat in my head before I snapped at them for being so bratty.

Damien followed me out of the room and out of the house. He hugged me and patted my back.

“Why is everyone acting like I’m going to war? I’m only moving to the other side of town, you know.”

Damien chuckled and squeezed my shoulder, “You know how Drake is, and he’s worried that you’re not happy.”

I nodded and looked down at my feet, “I’ll be happy.”

I could almost picture Damien smirking at me, but when I looked up he wasn’t smirking; he was smiling.

“I know you will, now go before you change your mind.” Damien practically pulled me towards my car and into the driver’s side. With one last wave at my brother, I headed towards Micah’s place… our place.

I arrived at Micah’s place within the hour. I was nervous as I drove, so I drove slowly and obeyed every traffic law I knew. Once parked in front of Micah’s house, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was starting a new life in a place where a very handsome guy lived… I was a nervous wreck as I climbed out of my car and rang the door bell.

A minute or two later, a woman in her mid fifties opened the door and let me in. She said she was the cleaning lady that came every week or so. I asked for Micah and she said he was in the study room with a man.

I tried to ignore the jealous feeling I felt at the pit of my stomach as I made my way inside the house and towards the study. I knocked on the door and Micah’s soft yet firm voice told me to come in.

“Hey, Micah,” I said as I closed the door behind me. The man sitting in front of Micah didn’t turn around to look at me, but from the back he looked familiar.

“Hey, Dimitri, I’m so glad you’re finally here.” Micah smiled in my direction and I almost melted on the spot. My eyes landed on the stranger’s back and as if Micah could see where I was looking, he gestured to the man and introduced him.

“You remember Xavier, Dimitri? We met at the bonfire a few days ago.” The guy turned around to meet my eyes and I wanted to punch that sly grin right off of his face.

“Nice to see you again, Dimitri.” Xavier said with a nod of his head.

“I wish I could say the same,” I mumbled low enough so that Micah wouldn’t hear but loud enough for Xavier to hear me. And he did, because the sly grin on his lips turned into a frown and he glared at me.

“What was that?” Micah asked.

“Nothing… the movers are here so I’m going to lead them to the room so they can unload my stuff.” Micah nodded and I walked out of the study. The feeling of wanting to punch someone grew when I was closing the door and overhead Xavier telling Micah that if he had been looking for a new roommate, that why hadn’t he asked him. I didn’t stay back to hear Micah’s answer.

The movers placed my things inside the empty room and I looked around to decide where to start at. The room was bigger than the one back with Damien, which meant I had more space for my things. I was half way stacking my CDs on the CD shelves, when I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Xavier with that stupid smile he seemed to always wear. I looked at him with boredom and turned back to my CDs.

“What is it that you want with Micah, Dimitri?”

“Why is it any of your business, Xavier?”

We were quiet after the small interaction, but he didn’t leave. A minute or two later, he talked again.

“I like him,” he said as if trying to make me see a point I didn’t.

I shrugged my shoulders, “so do I… Micah is easily well liked by anyone who meets him.”

Xavier chuckled humorlessly as he leaned against the door frame, “I meant I like him as ‘I want him to be mine’, Dimitri.”

“Good for you,” I mumbled as I tried not to throw my Red Hot Chili Peppers CD at him. It was their last album and I really liked it, but if he said anything else I would have to start looking for a replacement.

“Does that mean that you won’t get in the way between us?”

I looked up and raised a brow, “He isn’t your property, Xavier.”

Xavier glared at me, “He will be if you don’t get in the way.”

I stayed quiet and looked down at my CDs, do I really like the CD or would the band forgive me for throwing their best work at an idiot like the one standing by the door of my room…

“It’s not easy to take care of someone with a disability, Dimitri. Sooner or later you will walk away and leave him when he needs you the most, and when you do…”

He chuckled as he continued, “When you do, I’ll be there to comfort him. So, I advice you find a new place to live before things start to get ugly.”

“Out,” I mumbled.

“Huh?”

“Out of my room, Xavier… yea, I said ‘my’ room. Now stop acting like a kid whose toy was taken away and leave me the fuck alone. Thanks.” I gave him a dry smile as I waited for him to leave. His words still rang in my ears as he left.

I knew that it wouldn’t be easy to take care of Micah, but it wasn’t as if the man couldn’t walk or move. He was blind, that was it. He had been able to take care of himself from the moment he ended up blind up till now, and even now Micah was able to take care of himself.

A knock on my door brought my out of my reverie. Micah was standing by the door with a smile on his face. Damn, the man sure can brighten anyone’s day with just a smile.

“How’s it going in here?”

I smiled, “It’s going alright; just fixing up my books and CDs before I start moving around the furniture.” As I stared at him, I felt a stir in my pants and thanked the heavens that Micah couldn’t see me right now.

Micah had a pair of sweats and a tight muscle shirt on. The muscle shirt showed off his semi-muscular stomach and torso. His hair was messed up in an ‘I just got out of bed’ kind of way, but it seemed to be his usual hair do. It suits him perfectly; I thought to myself.

Micah nodded and smiled, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

I wanted him to stay a bit longer but decided it was best that he didn’t. My chest was already beating erratically fast just by him standing by the door. I finished up with the books and CD, so I started on hanging the clothes in the closet. I hanging my flannels when I heard a small crash and what sounded as a vase hitting the floor and breaking into several non-safe pieces.

“Damn it!” I heard Micah shout before I bolted out of my room and knocked on his door.

“Micah, are you alright in there?” There was silence at first and my mind was flooded with scenarios that ended up in Micah being in a life and death situation, but Micah finally spoke quietly.

“Uh, yeah I’m alright… I could use a little help, though.” He hadn’t finished the sentence before I opened the door and stopped at the sight. Micah was sitting on the floor with several books around him and the broken vase lying dangerously close to his bare feet. I knelt in front of Micah and picked up the small glass pieces and placed them on the bigger ones.

“What happened here?” I asked as I tried to get every single glass piece from the rug Micah was sitting on.

“I was looking for a book to read, but I bumped into the bookshelf and several books came flying out. One of them knocked the vase down from my bed-side table. I was going to try to clean it up myself, but….”

“That’s okay, I can’t even imagine how frustrated I would get if I couldn’t-“I cut off mid sentence when it registered what I was about to say.

“Its fine, Dimitri, it’s not like I can beat around the bush about me being blind. I’m way past the phase of denial, so don’t beat yourself up for it.”

We were both quiet as I cleaned up the broken glass and threw them on the trash can by the bookshelf, “There, all done.”

Micah sighed contently, “Thank you, Dimitri; I don’t know what I would do without you.” He closed the space between our bodies and hugged me. I was starting to think that Micah was a touch-oriented person, and I found myself not minding one bit. At first I didn’t know what to do, but finally I wrapped my arms around Micah. The embrace lasted no longer than a few seconds before Micah pulled away.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before answering him, “No problem, Micah.” I walked out of the room and into mine. The feeling of Micah’s arms around my body was still there. I wanted to walk out of my room and into his and hug him tightly. I wanted to stare into those very expressive eyes of his and drown in them. I wanted to kiss those rosy lips and dwell in their softness. I wanted…

“Want something to drink?”

I looked up to see Micah standing just outside my room. He had that charming smile on his lips and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Sure, some water would be nice.” I followed Micah out of my room and down to the kitchen, half way there I realized something, “Shouldn’t I be the one getting you something to drink? That’s what I’m here for, right?”

Micah turned around, with an angry look on his face, and before he could utter a word I scooped him up in my arms and walked over to the living room to place him on one of the couches.

“I’ll be back with your drink,” I said before leaving him alone in the living room. When I came back, Micah had his eyes closed and his hands in a tight fist. I handed him the water and Micah opened his eyes but didn’t look up at me.

“Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I need you to wait on me hand and foot. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that because I’m blind, that I can’t take care of myself, Dimitri.”

I knelt by Micah’s feet and patted his knee. By the little jump he did, I guess I had caught him off guard. “I know you’re capable of doing things by yourself, Micah. The thing is, I want to do it for you.” I smiled and stood up.

I ruffled his hair before I walked out of the living room and headed for the kitchen. I was cutting some watermelon when Micah walked into the kitchen and sat in one of the breakfast bar stools.

As Micah sat there, I watched the change of emotions flutter through Micah’s eyes. Then he shut his eyes and I felt my heart sink in my chest. I had never paid so much attention to anyone’s eyes, but every time I looked into Micah’s eyes… I found myself wanting to stare into them more every day that passed by. Now, Micah had his eyes closed and I was trying to think of ways of making him open them.

I continued cutting the watermelon, but Micah stopped me. He placed his hand on top of mine and opened his eyes.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Dimitri. You are not going to take my independence away. If I wanted a nanny I would be living at a facility and not by myself. I was very happy when Chris told me that he had a friend that could move in with me to help me out, but if you’re going to act like a panicking mother then its best you find a new place. I don’t want-“

I cut him off by placing a piece of watermelon in his mouth, “I’m sorry I made you feel that I was taking something away from you. It was supposed to be a harmless gesture, but from now on I’ll let you do things on your own.”

Micah looked up at me for what seemed to be minutes but it was actually seconds. I could see that what I had said had shocked him a bit. His eyes never lied, after all. I was absorbed in his gaze that what I said next didn’t register until it was too late.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, Micah.” I meant it as a compliment, but the reaction in Micah’s eyes told me otherwise.

The walls around Micah had shot up faster than it took me to realized that I had made a mistake

Micah’s eyes widen a bit before he closed them and turned away from me and walked out of the kitchen without a single word. My chest tightened, knowing that I had just messed up. Chris had told me that Micah didn’t need a boyfriend, but I couldn’t help myself. His eyes were beautiful and hiding what I thought of them had become difficult as I stared at them every day we spent together.

I turned the lights off and walked to my room. I stopped midway and looked up to see Micah’s door closed. I sighed defeated and walked inside my room and closed the door behind me. I knew that Micah would keep his eyes closed around me from now on. The small progress I had made with him had disappeared the moment I uttered those words.

“Why did I fucking say that?” I silently cursed under my breath as I threw myself on the bed. I glanced at the door in my room that led to Micah’s and wondered if Micah had locked that door too.

The thought of Micah not talking or looking at me made my chest tighten in a painful way.

“Damn it!” I yelled in a whisper before sprawling across my bed and fighting the urge to kick the door down and explain to Micah what I had meant.

I had to find a way to make Micah understand that it was just a compliment, even if the urge of kissing him and doing other things to him flooded my mind more than once. I gave up on sleep as I tried to come up with something that would make Micah’s walls come down once again.