I stare at Sawyer for a minute.
"Tell me about your mum." I say; leaning back against the pillows.
"She is the sweetest person ever. She puts her entire life into her job, and myself. I will never be able to repay her. She works at a publishing company. She goes out and finds new authors to publish for. She cooks the best meatloaf."
I smile, and close my eyes. Sawyer moves to lay next to me.
"What about your mother, I haven't heard her while I've been over." I cringe.
"My mum died a few years ago. She got into a car accident with my aunt" Sawyer finds my hand quickly.
"I am so sorry, Ambrosia. I had no idea." I shrug and sigh.
"It's okay, it isn't your fault. I still miss her, but at least now I can sleep at night." I bite my lip, and roll over to face Sawyer.
"Let's talk about something else, yeah?" I nod my head.
"What is your favorite smell?"
*****
"Sawyer, I swear to God if you don't stop; I will punch you in the throat!" I hit Sawyer with the couch pillow.
It was Thursday afternoon, Sawyer and I were sitting in my basement. We decided to watch a movie, well I would watch while he listened. Halfway through the movie Sawyer started singing random pop songs at the top of his lungs in the worst voice he could; which I am now hitting him for.
"Sawyer!!" He smiles widely.
"I STILL GET JEALOUUUS!!!" He wraps his arms around me, and rocks back and forth while singing.
"Stop singing! Nick Jonas would be furious at how badly you are ruining his song right now!" Sawyer starts laughing.
"Sawyer!" I yell; hitting his chest.
"You know, if you keep screaming my name the neighbors could get the wrong impression on what's going on in here." I stop hitting him, and a blush takes over my face.
"Shut up, asshole. They would have already called the cops because of your awful singing." Sawyer gasps.
"Ambrosia! That really hurt me!" He gets up from the couch, and runs back towards the stairs. I chuckle, and follow him up to my room. I walk in to find him on my bed fake crying.
"Sawyer, you are the worst actor I have ever seen. "
" I am the best actor ever, babe." I blush again.
"So you're calling me babe now?" Sawyer lays still.
"Apparently I am." He nods his head, and rolls over to face me.
"What is something you hate?" I ask randomly. I lie down beside him.
"I hate not being able to see." I roll my eyes.
"Something different."
Sawyer pauses.
"I hate books." My eyes widen in horror.
"What!? Books are fucking awesome!" Sawyer laughs.
"You read?" He asks doubtfully.
"I do; I love reading."
"Well I mean being blind makes reading a bit harder. I also hate when people read to me; most of the time I want to scream at them to stop; unless it's you."
"You shouldn't scream at them, that isn't nice." Sawyer shrugs.
"You know, just because you can't see doesn't mean you're allowed to be an ass to everyone." I say, crossing my arms; staring at Sawyer. He smiles and looks at me; even though all he would see was blackness.
"I wasn't being an asshole, Ambrosia. I was simply stating my opinion, which is something you aren't used to." he says, his voice sounding stronger with every word. I smirk and stand up. His head snaps towards me when he hears my movements.
"Don't worry; I'm not upset. I am going downstairs to get some water. Would you like something to drink?" I ask. He smiles and nods. I nod, then remember he can't see me.
"I'll be right back."
I go downstairs to get us some water. I fill up two glasses and then head back upstairs. I go into my room to find Sawyer sitting with his legs under him on top of my bed. He is turned towards the wall, his hands tracing along its rough surface. I stare at him for a minute. I watch the way his back tenses when his hands go over a particularly jagged part of the wall.
He sighs and scoots over to get off of the bed. I straighten up, thinking he realized I was watching him. He traces his hand along the wall again, pausing when he hits something that was hanging or on a bookshelf. He walks around the perimeter of the room, bumping into a few things, but never stopping. He reaches me, and stops.
"Were you interested so much that you never moved, Ambrosia?" he says, his voice quiet but firm. I gasp lightly and walk quickly into the room, placing the glasses on my desk.
"I didn't exactly think you knew I was there." I say crossing my arms over my chest, and turning to look out of my window. I feel Sawyer walk up behind me, his hands pressing into my back.
He turns me around, his eyes look as though he could see right through me, but he could see nothing. My arms drop to my sides as I take in his features. His strong cheek bones, pale lips, beautiful eyes, and the slight freckles on his nose. I take in a deep breath.
"Sawyer, why are you so close?" I whisper, as if talking in a regular voice would be loud enough to break s apart.
"I like being this close, I don't enjoy it when I'm so far away from you." he says.
"Are you this way with everyone?" I say, the thought of Sawyer being close to someone else like he was with me did not settle in my stomach very well. Sawyer slowly shakes his head, and I let out a short breath.
"No, this is only with you." he says, his lips moving slowly. I stare at them for a minute, wondering what to say next.
"Sawyer, I was wondering something." I say, casting my eyes to look at the floor. Something about this boy just causes all of my walls to crumble down.
"Yes, Ambrosia?" Sawyer says. I look up at his face once more, his eyes never leave my face.
"Sawyer, will you kiss me?"
