Hear Me

Chapter Four

There was a quick knocking on the door. It was the beat of something but Sophie was too tired to figure out what it was exactly. Then, the knock. The very knock that they had created for all intense purposes of knocking so they would know who it was when they were knocking. Sophie replied with her knock, seeing if he would reply the same. It was all Morse Code. She knew there was only one other who bothered to learn Morse Code with her. She quickly undid the locks as there was simultaneous knocks, all in a row.

She pulled the door open, rolling her eyes at the chain. She closed it and undid the chain before opening the door once again. His reddish orange hair and how he always smelled like cigarettes were the two things that confirmed who it was. She pulled him into the apartment and shut the door, locking it accordingly.

(Blake! What are you doing here?)

“I can’t come visit my favorite person?”

(I haven’t seen you since graduation. What gives?)

He shrugged and grinned nervously. That meant he had to be sectioned and Sophie hated it when Blake had to be sectioned because he was miserable.

(Why didn’t you write or something?!)

“I don’t have your number and I got your address off of your mom…who wasn’t too keen on giving it to me.”

“PhiPhi? What’s going on in there?”

Sam walked out, rubbing his eye as he saw Blake.

“Well. Hello.”

“Who is this?” Blake asked.

(Samantha minus the antha.)

“Really?” Blake asked

Sophie nodded with a smile. Blake had a crush on Sammy when he was a she. She was never interested in Blake, taking him to be more of like the cousin they never had instead of dating material.

“You still hearing things, kid?”

(Well…that wasn’t blunt at all…)

Blake wouldn’t even look at them, which told them everything they need to know.

(Why are you here, Blake? Is everything okay?)

“I should go…”

Sophie grabbed his sleeve as he stood to leave. He looked at her, face void of emotion. She was the first person he ever trusted and she was able to trust him, although he wasn’t sure why. He had almost shoved her in front of a moving car to try and get her away from him when he was having an episode. She was just trying to help too. He sat down and grabbed her hands, them sitting on her lap. Her hands were as petite as he remembered but they were colder, paler. She looked exhausted too.

“I um…I need a place to stay…I don’t want to cause any problems…” Blake muttered.

“Well…I don’t know.” Sam said.

(You’re welcome to stay here…don’t listen to him. He’s unsure about a lot of stuff right now…we can share a room, unless you want your own. Then I’ll sleep on the couch. We’ll get it figured out but you’ve never caused me any problems so…why would you start now? Even your voices like me :3)

He gave a light laugh.

“What did she just write?”

“Thanks Sophie…”

“Hello? Hello?! What did she just write?”

(He’s staying with us. End of story…)

She handed him the notebook and stood, taking Blake back to her room. Sam sighed. Less time with Patrick…unless they went to his house. That could work…he would have to talk to Patrick about it tomorrow night when he came over to pick Sophie up for the movies. If she was still going…

At least Sam had amusing thoughts…

Blake has joined your party…

Too many video games…way too many.

~ ~ ~

Luke leaned against the wall in the corner, champagne flute resting in his hand. It was yet another party that one of the teachers was throwing. It had to be an excuse to get drunk and do illicit things, just had to be. Why else would they have so many?

Hey, you busy?

Nope. Just nomming on some noodles with Sam and Blake. What’s up?

Nothing really…just bored. Teacher party...

Toga, toga :D

Make one out of the drapes...they’re white…erm, were. Somebody just spilled some red wine on them.

Can you leave? If yes, we should meet up at the pier.

Be there in ten.

Luke put the flute down and disappeared without anybody noticing, luckily. He couldn’t take another second of that. Once he met Sophie, he realized how wrong this was. How they shouldn’t be socializing out of school…but they could just be friends…right? They didn’t have to actually date to be together…right? But something inside of him was screaming how wrong it was. Especially when they sat by the sunset on a boat that Luke’s friend was letting him borrow for the evening, him eating as she wrote to him. He would reply, her pretty cursive reflecting her personality. As they talked, he felt at ease. At home…as if he was safe and wasn’t a Professor but a person.

And in that moment, they were infinite.