Blinded by Love

Blinded by Love: Chapter 3

     I was pulling out my guitar and she smiled, apparently hearing the click of the clasps of my guitar case. She stopped me, by placing her hands on mine.

    “Wait,” she said, then smiled, “Help me to the floor.” I was confused, but I put my guitar down and slowly took her hands in mine, then instinctively wrapping my arm around her waist, causing her body to twitch.

    “DO I make you nervous?” I whispered, softly. She blushed.

    “A little,” she said with a smile, as I lowered her onto the floor. She sat down, then pulled me down to her. I smiled, sitting my back against the couch with her as I reached for my guitar. I started strumming softly and her eyes closed over, and she leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder, softly humming the beat I was strumming.

    I smiled feeling the vibration of her voice through my arm. I felt her fingers trailing up my arm, then my shoulder, and I froze as they trailed my neck. Holy shit, that felt amazing. Hold it together Jonas. I waited as her finger reached my jaw, then my cheek, before reaching up to motion over my eyes to close them. I closed my eyes and her hands went back around my forearm.

    “Now play,” she whispered. I smiled and started playing my guitar, getting out the beats of my song Stay. She was moving her head softly and tapping her foot on the floor, before slowly sitting up and taking my guitar from me. I opened my eyes, a tad confused, till she reached up and took my pick out of my mouth, her fingertips grazing my lips. she took a moment to situate, but after a minute she started playing the tune I was just playing.

    She had memorized it already?! This girl was incredible. She just started playing and as she reached the part where the lyrics start I began to sing. She froze, stopping with the guitar slowly setting it to her right, before leaning back over to rest her head on my arm, and placing her hand on my chest. I continued to sing as her hand rested gently across the buttons of my shirt.  Then I panicked, feeling my heart start to race, just from the simple fact of her touching me. She slid her hand across my chest, resting it over my heart, causing her to giggle.

    “Does your heart always race like this?!” she asked. I stopped singing and smiled, reaching over to brush her hair back.

    “Apparently, only when I am around you!” I said, softly.

    “Awww, that’s so sweet,” she said, smiling, before reaching up to touch my cheek with her hand, “And blushing again.” I felt my face grow hotter and she just giggled. Her laugh was incredible, sweet, almost child like. Intoxicating almost.

    “How did you figure that out so fast?” I questioned softly. She shrugged her shoulders.

    “It’s the beat,” she said, “Feeling the way your arm moved, and hearing the beat, it just comes naturally.” I smiled brushing my fingers over her cheek, causing her to smile.

    “I don’t see being blind as being handicapped,” she said, “It’s a gift. I think being able to see would be a distraction to the way I play my music.”

    “That’s incredible, I whispered. Good god! What the hell is wrong with me?! Staring at her face, her hair, her lips. I was fighting everything in me to not reach down and just kiss her, but her not seeing it coming could result in a slap across the face, and let’s face it, besides my hands and my voice, the face was the money maker.

     I snickered to myself in my head, knowing if it actually came out she’d wanna know why. We continued the rest of the day, right there on the floor, our backs to the couch, just jamming, and singing together. It was a euphoric place I didn’t wanna leave, but come 2PM Cindy returned and said Jennifer had to leave. I had to find out what it was like to be like her. I had an idea in my head, so I headed home, driving my Mustang into the driveway.

    I walked into the house, seeing no one around, smiled to myself and walked into Dad’s office, pulling one of his ties and wrapping it around my eyes. Holy Shit that’s dark. I tightened it around my head and just stood there for a moment, getting use to the blackness, and the quiet.    I put my hands out trying to find my way around and turned completely around knowing the door was in that direction, but not realizing the door to his armoire was still open and smacking my face on the door.

    “SON OF A BITCH!” I cursed, rubbing my forehead, “Dammit....” I closed the door and continued one step at a time, before I slammed my foot into the foot of the couch my dad had in his office, causing a few more curse words to release through my gritted teeth. I swear to god I was gonna be black, blue, and broken after my little experiment. God I’m an idiot, what the hell was I thinking? I just sighed, felt my way around the couch, continuing till i felt the doorway.

    HA! Victory! I found my way out of the room. WooHoo! I slowly walked a few steps then stopped, trying to remember which way it was to the kitchen. If I was in the hall, straight out of Dad’s office, I would turn.. Right! I turned to the right and then I remembered, shit, mom’s potted plants lining the hallway, so I stretched my arms straight out to my side and made sure my finger tips were touching the walls, finding the center of the hall to walk down. I walked for a moment, before I felt my feet hit something and I toppled over it, landing on my hands. my feet hanging over whatever it was I tripped over.

    I turned around and felt what it was, feeling one of my mom’s plants in the hallway. What. The. Fuck! Why is it in the middle of the hall?! Thank god they were in heavy pots, the plant sustained no damage, but my ego was bruised. I stood up and continued walking, black as night still, feeling doorways. Okay first door, Mom and Dad’s room. Second, Frankie’s. Then the bathroom. Then... YES! The kitchen. I walked in. placing my hands along the wall, feeling counters, stove, fridge. Yay! Little victories. I love it.

    I reached for the handle, opening it, before feeling in the door for the gallon of milk. I grabbed it a small smile spreading over my lips. I pulled it out and shut the door, happy with my accomplishment.

    “Nicholas, what are you doing?!” Mom’s voice said, causing me to jump and drop the entire gallon of milk. It hit the floor and I heard a loud smack as half of the milk came up to splash all over me. I sighed, removing the blindfold to see Mom and Joe sitting at the kitchen table, smirking at me, Joe laughing hysterically at my current situation. I looked down and had to laugh a little.

    The blindfold was around my neck, the busted milk jug on the floor, and milk slowly drifting toward the table. Mom got up to get a mop while I looked down at my self, wet from the waist down covered in milk.

    “Sorry, I just,” I started, “I’m working with an artist... and she’s blind. I just wanted to see what it was like.” Mom smiled, as she mopped up the floor.

    “Well, sweetie, they usually have seeing eye dogs, or nurses to help them,” she said.

    “A seeing eye dog?” I asked, “Well, I didn’t know Joe was home...” Mom laughed and Joe’s eyes narrowed at me, crossing his arms, pouting like a child.

    “HEY!” he said, “Jackass!” I laughed uncontrollably at him, enjoying the smart ass comment quite a bit if I do say so myself.

    “Language!” Mom warned, shutting Joe right up, giving me a mocking smirk, sticking his tongue out. I laughed, but Mom pushed me toward the stairs.

    “Go get cleaned up,” she stated. I sighed somewhat excited at my progress, but still laughing at myself for the massive failure at the end. I smiled as I walked up the stairs to my room. I went ahead and got in the shower, before going out back to play with Elvis. Today was an amazing day, this girl totally getting under my skin. I was completely and utterly fascinated by this girl and the way she lives, hears and play music. I couldn’t wait to learn more and just plain be around her. I was obsessed with her, almost. I mead not stalker obsessed, just like I said, fascinated with her. Relax Jonas you’ll see her in a couple days.... Wednesday. Who knew I’d look forward to a work day.