Blindsided (boyxboy) *on hiatus

Blindsided ch7

Finn's POV

Oh jeeze, Patrick's so hot.

Sure, I'm not really able to see him, but at least I saw him before the accident and can just pull up a mental image whenever I'm bored. His dark brown, silky looking hair; his chiseled jaw and body, his deep, gunmetal blue eyes; his perfectly shaped lips. Just his voice alone is enough to send me shivers. He's like a rougher Liam Hemsworth.

Of cause, he can be an ass at sometimes. But I think it's all just for show; I think he's hiding something, even if he doesn't even know what it is yet.

I feel like all of Patrick's hatred and frustration is being wrongly delivered to gays. Like, he's just being a bitch because its the easiest thing to do or something.

Hell, I don't know; I ain't Oprah or some shit.

I sigh and plop heavily on my bed (almost falling off, of cause). All I want is for Pat to either come to his senses, or for my parents to come home early so I won't have to deal with him until Monday. I pat the space around me, finding my jumper, then sliding it delicately over my head with my one good hand.

There's a gentle knock on my door and I sigh inwardly. My nerves escalate and I fiddle with my gimp fingers. "Come in,"

The floor board creeks and groans under Patrick's weight as he makes his way into my room. I pull my legs up to my chest, shrinking into my bed.

"I'm sorry." His voice beaks the stale silence and makes me jump slightly. He sounds honest and caring, but I still have my doubts. I mean, someone can't just change their whole opinion basis in the matter of five event-less minutes.

The bed dips and I can tell that he's sat down opposite of me. "I don't want to hate... gay people. You know I'd do anything for my brother, and you seem like decent company-"

"Decent?" I scoff indignantly.

"-so, I want you're help. I know Caleb gets really upset with me because of the things he hears me say. I love him, I really do, and I just don't want to be the homophobic asshole everyone thinks I am anymore. I want you to help me change."

I stay silent for a few moments, trying to soak everything in. After a short while, I finally find my voice. "We're not aliens, Patrick. Gays, bisexuals, transgenders -- we're still people."

"I know," he says quietly.

"Then yes, I will help you. But don't be scared to say what you really feel sometimes; I have skin hard as nails."

Two Weeks Later

"Mom, is Patrick almost here?" I jump excitedly on the balls of my feet.

She sighs and probably rolls her eyes. "Yes, Finn. I told you two minutes ago that he was going to be a bit late today."

I ignore the feel of her eyes on me and rub my sore, still useless hand.

It's been two weeks since Patrick first started babysitting me. Somewhere along the way we've grown closer, passing into the field of friendship. It's quite an odd relationship, but I make the most with the time we spend together. I've even convinced him that the 'no-TV' rule was just a scam -- me being blind and all.

He's not quite gay-pride worthy, but he seems comfortable enough around me. And from what Caleb tells me, Patrick's not being as crude around him anymore and he'll actually let Tyler into the house now.

I found out that he's not as big of a prat as I thought. He's always the first one to apologize and is perhaps the biggest push-over I've ever met. He's actually extremely funny and always has something clever to say.