Chapter 7

chapter 7, guys :)

 After the movie, the one that Joshua had picked out including lots of smashing and banging, Mrs Dillinger, who now thinks I should call her by her first name (Louise) said she needed to run to the store. I nodded and Joshua said “Remember the hot wings!”

        In which Mrs Dillinger responded “We are not having hot wings with our fajitas!” 

        Joshua laughed, and then I heard the click of a door. Mrs Dillinger was gone.

        I sat indian style on the couch, with my hands between my lap. I was not comfortable here with him...alone, but I wasn't going to create an inconvenience for Mrs Dillinger when she was being so sweet to me. 

        “So...Izzy.” Joshua says. “How's life been?”

        “Good...I guess. What about yours?”

        “Good...” The couch beside me indented. “I'm going to be attending your school soon.”

        “Really?”

        “Really.” He said. “And when my mom stops helping you around, I can watch over you.” There was a pause. “Oh, I'm smiling.” He added. 

        He doesn't usually tell me his face expressions. Don't you just hate it when you describe someone to someone else, then those two people meet, and he or she is the complete opposite of what you described? I do.

        “Are you upset about moving?” I ask. Morbidly curious.

        “A little...I'll have to break up with my girlfriend, and she'll cry...but other then that...” Girlfriend? “Oh, I just shrugged by the way...It's hard to remember sometimes...”

        “Not for me.” I smile. Joking doesn't bother me anymore. 

        He laughs too. “Well yeah, I guess not...anyway, How is school going? Like...with my mom and stuff?”

        “It's okay, I guess. Your mom's nice, and she's a big help but I've pretty much got the school memorized. It's not very big you know...”

        “I know. I've been there before. It's pretty little compared to my school.” 

        “Yeah...” Awkward silence. “So when do you start, anyway?”

        “Wednesday.” He says. “mom thinks you'll be ready to go everywhere by yourself by then, so she won't be there...”

        “Oh...yeah, I knew it would be soon.” More awkward silence.

        A good ten minutes went by, with the play menu music playing. 

        “Do you uh...like not seeing?” He asked.

        “What?” Did that even make sense?

        “That sounded...weird,” He said. “What I meant was...does it bother you that you can't see? That you can't actually watch movies and stuff?”

        “A little.” I said. “but I kind of got used to things being irritating in life so, me not being able to see is just really another irritating problem...but I've never like...cried over it or anything.”

        “Do you wish you could see?” I felt him shift closer. 

        “Yes.” I said. “I really do...”

        “Me too.” He agreed. “I wish you could, too...”