Blind Love

I Am An Artist

My name is Blythe. I am 15(almost 16). I have a dog called Apollo. I am a sophomore in high school. My best friend is Lucas. The 'popular' boy in school is Carter(everybody crushes on him. Excluding me, of course). I love painting. It's my passion, it's amazing. Oh, I forgot one detail. I can't see. That's not important, though. By the way, Apollo is a great dane, he's also my service dog. 

I loathe when people call me the 'blind girl'. I prefer just 'Blythe'. It's hard to get that through someone's thick skull(Carter, if you couldn't tell).

Lucas is 17(weird age gap, right?), and he drives me to school everyday. He has for a while. Apollo comes to school as well. My backpack is a fjallraven kanken in black(which I'm told looks like nothing. Total emptiness). People have a somewhat of a hard time telling me what colors look like, so when my mom asked me what color I wanted, I said I wanted the color that's easiest to explain. I ended up with black. 

"Blythe! Time to go!" Lucas called from downstairs. I had on a velvet shirt, told it was in burgundy, and black(of course) jeans, made of denim. I had black(again?) slides on with 'I'm an Artist!' printed on them(or so I'm told). My hair was in a half-up half-down hairstyle, with the up part in two buns. I swung my fjallraven kanken over my shoulder and searched around for Apollo.

"Apollo, come here boy!" I said, trying to get his attention. Finally I caught the handle on the service dog vest, and Apollo led me to and down the stairs.

"There you are!" Lucas(I assumed) caught me in a bone crushing hug.

"Sorry, Lucas, couldn't find Apollo."

"Ah, the famous Apollo."

Then Apollo barked right on cue.

"We have to go, queen." I never knew why Lucas called me queen, it was something he'd done since he was 15, and I was 13.

"Lucas, where's the door?" In response he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me toward the door(I assumed it was the door).

Then he led me to his car. Once we got to school Lucas helped me out of the car and into the school, with Apollos help, of course.

I got my school books(braille) from my locker and followed Lucas to his locker. He then walked me to my class. My first class was bio(urg!) in which I had to sit by Carter(it wasn't my fault! Mrs. Park assigned us seats). 

"Hey, Blythe?" This voice I had heard tons of times, but never directed at me...

"Yeah?" I responded, slightly confused.

"Um... you look really pretty today."

I burst into laughter. There was no way that Carter thought I looked pretty today. No chance in the world.

"What's funny?" He asked.

"How much did you get?"

"Huh?"

"For the bet? How much? 10? 15?"

"No. Nada. I got nothing. I just thought that... never mind."

That was weird. Carter thinking I was pretty? It was definitely a bet.

After second period I 'saw' Lucas again.

"The weirdest thing happened, Lucas! Carter said that I looked pretty today, and when I asked him how much he got on the bet, he said it wasn't!"

"Wow. That's... fantastic, queen." Lucas said fantastic, but I don't think he meant it.

"Luc, what's wrong?" I was holding both of his forearms now. 

"Nothing, queen. Everything's great. Now, what's your next class?"

~~

After lunch in my 8th period Carter and I were in the same class again. As I was listening to the teacher I felt a piece of paper squeeze in between my thigh and my chair. I leaned over to the person who was passing me the note.

"Who's it for?" I whispered. I was often in the line of people who passed notes to each other. Just I wasn't a receiver. Or a giver. I just kind of passed it along.

"You."

"Hmm?" I was positive that they didn't mean me.

"Blythe, it's for you."

Okay, maybe they meant me.

"But I can't read."

"It's in braille. Now, shh, I'm going to get in trouble."

I shut it.

I quietly opened the note and read it. Because I'm blind and I read braille, I can look like I'm paying attention by looking at the teacher, but really I can be reading or writing something. 

Hey, beautiful, I know that you don't believe me when I say that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and smart too, but I would love it if you would go out with me this evening. We can leave after school and go and get something to eat, then we can go watch a movie, or something. What do you think? -Carter

Now, that's weird. 

Why? I poked in my slate.

I refolded the piece of paper and gave it back to the person who handed it to me in the first place.

The answer came back quickly.

I really want to get to know you better. Please?

I didn't have to think long.

No. 

A/N. Hey! How do you like the story so far? I know that I start a story and don't come back to it for a while, it's because I'm getting writers block. I'll try to write more on this one, but no guarantees. Thank you so much for reading!