“You know what, how about you put this on,” he said, handing me a bandana.
“Oh! Are we robbing a bank?” I asked, taking the red piece of fabric.
“No,” he laughed, “put it over your eyes. I want to surprise you.”
“Will I like the surprise?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then,” I said, doing as he had asked. I put the piece of cloth over my eyes, and tied it in the back, so all I saw was red.
“Are your eyes closed?” he asked, as I felt the car make a sharp turn.
“Nope,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because if they were closed, I’d probably fall asleep!”
“Oh. That wouldn’t be too good. Fine, keep them open. Can you at least not see?”
“Trent, I’m blindfolded; therefore, I can’t see!” I said, starting to not like the sudden loss of a sense. Wow. Blind people really have it difficult! I feel so bad for them! I’ll have this thing on for at most an hour, whereas they never get to take the blindfold off… Wow. They never get to experience colors, or how hot people like Trent are! That’s just terrible! I’m so lucky to have sight. Wow. Did Trent seriously cause this unexpected revelation? Eh, so what if he did?
“Okay, well we just got here, so keep it on, until we’re inside, and I tell you when to take it off,” he said, stopping the car.
“Fine,” I said. I heard him get out of the car, and slam his door shut.
“M’lady,” he said, as I heard my door open.
“Trent, give me your hand, I can’t see!” I said, wanting to rip the blindfold off.
“It’s right here,” he said, as I still felt nothing come in contact with my hand. “OH! Whoops! You can’t see that, can you? Ha!”
“You’re mean, and what exactly is right here?” I asked, as his fingers interlocked with mine.
“Come on,” he said. I slowly got out of the car, and he closed my door for me.
“Trent, if you walk me into something, I will not hesitate to kill you!” I said, shakily following him.
“Don’t worry J!” he said, picking up his pace. My body froze.
“What did you just call me?” I asked, stopping in the middle of wherever we were.
“J… Oh shit! I suck! I’m sorry Jules! I wasn’t thinking! I’m such an idiot! That didn’t mean to slip out! You must hate me right now!”
“N-no, I just h-haven’t heard it in a while, but I think it might be w-worse than being called Julia. J. T-Trenty, don’t call me that again,” I stammered, trying to block out all the memories associated with that nickname. J.
“I won’t. I promise. Never again,” he said solemnly. “Now can we keep walking?”
“Yeah…” I said, walking what I thought to be ahead of him. That was a dumb idea, because I forgot the little fact that I couldn’t see, and had no clue where we were.
“Umm… Jules,” he said, running in front of me, so I was following him.
“Sorry,” I said.
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Back Again
Teen FictionJulia Tylers was gone for two years. She hadn't been in contact with the people from her old life. To her, they were gone, and she would never see them again. She unexpectedly came back-- back to the place she swore she'd never return. She changed...
Chapter Twenty
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