Love is Deaf

Chapter 10: Chocolate Fondue Fountain Blues

-Read A/N if you want a potential dedication-

"Of course we are doing something for your birthday!" I signed.

"No, you're not. I hate parties. I can't keep up with what's going on," Blake argued.

"Then it'll be a small one. Just out families, Clay, Trevor, and Darren! Please!" I pleaded as I gave him my infamous puppy dog eyes.

He grimaced and turned away for a second. When he turned back to face me, he sighed. "Fine. Throw me a party."

I jumped and squealed in excitement.

He rolled his eyes at me as we walked into the school cafeteria.

We bought our lunch and walked back to our regular table where Darren and Trevor were already seated.

They waved at us as we got closer to the table.

"Hey guys. So, Blake's birthday is Saturday. I'm going to throw him a party, and you are both invited!"

"Sweet!" Trevor said with a smile on his face.

I returned his smile, and snuck a glance at Blake, who looked like he was ready to strangle himself.

I followed his eyes and found Heather, who was walking toward us.

I groaned.

"Hey Blake! Hi...um..uh..."

"Farren," I say for the thousandth time.

"Yeah! Anyway, a little birdy told me that your birthday is Saturday, Blake!" she said with a fake smile.

His eyes widened as he watched my hands form the words that had just left Heather's mouth.

He began to shake his head ferociously as I said, "Who told you that?"

"Nobody important. What is important, though, is making sure that Blake's party is one to remember."

He began to sign, while I talked,"Oh, no, you don't have to throw me a party-"

"Of course I do! It would be my pleasure!"

He started to argue again, but Heather cut him off saying, "I'm throwing you a party on Saturday and there's nothing you can do about it."

She walked away from us, leaving me speechless while Blake was fuming.

"How did she find out?" he signed angrily.

"I have no idea! The only people that I've told so far are Trevor and Darren!"

He sighed and ran a hand through his chocolate hair.

"Can we just.. skip the rest of the day? I don't feel like dealing with anyone but you right now?" he asks.

My heart took off. "Yeah. Let's go."
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We drove to the closest Starbucks, which was forty-five minutes away, and took over a table for two.

While he drank his mocha frappuccino and I drank my orange mango smoothie, we sat down at the only open table.

"Why don't you like parties?" I asked.

He hesitated before sighing. "I've never felt comfortable during parties. I've always needed someone to interpret and it's always confusing and hard to keep up."

"I'm sorry that I was such a jerk about throwing you a party. If I hadn't been so adamant about it, Heather probably wouldn't have known."

"It's fine. I would have done the same for you. I am actually going to throw you a party though," he replies with a smile.