His World of Black

Chapter Three

"Your crazy.", I yelled up at John.

"And don't you forget it doll!", he yelled back down.

John was at the moment, trying to climb a tree. He almost fell three times already.

"John you do know you blind right?", I asked looking at him quizzically.

"Really? That explains so much!", he said sarcastically.

"Please come down?", I asked. If only he could see my hard core pouty face. He would never be able to resist. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Aww. Your to cute! I'm coming down!", he yelled. He began climbing back down.

"Am I close?", he asked 'looking' down.

"Yea almost there.", I replied. He laughed letting go of the branch and jumping off. I gasped, but he landed smoothly.

"You worry to much.", he said feeling around for me. I sighed and walked over to him. I grabbed his hand and walked over to a bench. We sat down in silence. He had a goofy grin on his face.

"What's your problem?", I scoffed. He just smiled more and handed me a piece of paper. It had an address on it. "What's this?"

"Just go to the address.", he replied standing up.

"How did you even write this?"

"Shh. Don't worry about that. Let's go."

"But-"

"You have two legs right?"

"Yea."

"Then use them and let's go!"

I huffed standing up. I grabbed John by the arm and walked to my car. I stuffed him in the passengers seat, much to his objections. I got into the drivers side and started the truck.

"Row?", John said looking dismay.

I instantly softened. I couldn't handle seeing him upset. Weird. "What?"

"Are you mad at me?", he asked with his head hung. He was twiddling with his thumps.

"Oh course not dear."

"Ok good.", he said automatically brighting his mood. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic attitude, but kept driving.

"Let's play a game. I ask you a question you HAVE to answer then you ask me one. Ok me first. What is your favorite color?"

"I never agreed to play this.", I said in a matter of fact tone.

"Oh come on. Answer the question."

"Fine. Blue."

"Mine is red. Ok now you ask me one.", he said getting really excited. He began shaking his arms and head. At one point he did a fist bump in the air.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Mentally preparing myself. Duh." I rolled my eyes and began thinking of a question.

"Oh I got one! What is your favorite cookie?", I asked eyeing him suspicious.

"Easy. And orange white chocolate chip cookie. It's a white chocolate chip cookie that has an orange flavor to it. It's amazing."

"Ok then. Not what I was expecting."

"What about you?"

Never mind that. We're here.", I said. I got out of the car and walked over to John's side. I looked up at the house. It was huge and had a dozen windows in the front.

"Where are we?", I asked as John got out.

"My house."