asher
Tyler picked me up from the hospital this morning and we're driving to my house. I cannot believe how beautiful California is! Santa Barbra is sunny and we're right next to the ocean.
Compared to New York, this is a whole new world. Before moving, my family and I had only gone on vacation to Europe, but never somewhere remotely tropical.
I'm used to seeing gray skies and dull buildings everywhere. Now, don't get me wrong, New York is beautiful as well. Especially at night.
We pull up to a house that I'm guessing is mine.
"Welcome home, Asher," Tyler smiles from the drivers seat.
Sometime this week I have to go to the DMV to retake my driving test. I had it before the incident but since I've been blind for 10 months they have to check and see if I'm safe enough on the roads.
I get out and we walk inside.
I look around the bottom floor. As I stated before, we're pretty wealthy, so it's huge.
My mother decorated it beautifully. Now since I can be by myself again, she took up a job offer last week so my parents are both gone at work.
After looking through the living room and dining area, we take the stairs to upstairs.
There's four bedrooms and three bathrooms on this floor. I look around.
The master is my parents and they have one bathroom. There's a guest room with an attached bathroom and an office room.
Then we enter the last room which is mine.
The room is fairly big with the same furniture from my old room. The major difference is one of my walls is decorated with at least a hundred pictures.
"Do you like?" Tyler asks, "I printed most the pictures out from this year the other week and put them up when you were in New York."
I walk up and look at them.
There's pictures of Tyler and I from our dates and special events like the Valentine's Day ball. There's some of me she took when I didn't know from when we were in class or at my house. There's also pictures of me and my family, like one of my mom and I cooking in the kitchen, her a disaster.
I chuckle and move down to look at more. There's a space on the wall where one picture would fit.
"What goes here?" I ask.
"This," she says, pulling out a picture from her bag.
It's one of us hugging right after my surgery, her mom must've taken it.
She puts it in the space.
"I love this, I love it so much," I say grabbing her into a hug, "Thank you."
"Of course."
tyler
Today's the first day back for Asher.
Things have been kind of different because Asher doesn't need my help with every little thing now.
We've switched roles. Now he's a normal boyfriend who takes care of me.
We went on our first date for him not being blind on Saturday. He looks like a kid in a candy shop for every place we go.
He loves pointing out everything and appreciates everything so much more, I can tell.
It makes me incredibly happy seeing him so happy. His eyes not only can see light but are filled with it as well.
Right now it's a passing period in between our classes. (Asher loved being able to open his own locker, too.)
I left him to go to the bathroom. I look into the mirror at my reflection.
People were shocked to see I actually tried to look decent. Instead of not wearing makeup and having my hair up, I left it down and did some light makeup.
But they were more shocked to see Asher.
Of course everyone knew of his surgery but they all saw his eyes for once.
Instead of wearing his dark shades you could see his stunning piercing eyes.
Many girls were ogling at him. What can I say? He's pretty hot.
I laugh and turn off the water for washing my hands and walk out.
I turn to go to his locker when I see a blonde haired girl leaning against it touching his arm, obviously flirting.
I walk up fuming, of course.
Asher jumps but the girl doesn't look phased.
"Hey, how about you get your paws off my boyfriend?"
A/N: uh oh... Is Asher returning to his old habits?
Sincerely,
kl.
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