Out in Blind Sight

Chapter Five: Hello to You Too

I smiled at the figure standing on my doorway. He towered over me with an amazing 5’8 frame and kept my blood boiling in my veins. He had a big jacket on with it open in the front showing his sweater. His jeans hung low on his hips. It seems like every guy wears then that way lately. Hid under the hood you could tell he had light brown hair that framed his face. A strong jaw showed very well which had the evidence of stubble growing back on his face. He looked incredibly young and attractive. He gazed at me with brown eyes through long thick lashes. He looked at me as if he knew me and I just stood there in awe; in his hands there where some envelopes.  The rain poured around him, soaking him right to the bone.

“Clary,” he said with great enthusiasm. I stood there racking my brain to come up with a name. It came up point blank. Nothing came to my mind; name or face. I just ended u staring at him blinking uncontrollably.

“Myles… Myles Montgomery…  Remember? I’m your neighbor’s grandson. We practically grew up together. It hasn’t been that long has it?” He asked me with a clueless expression.

Myles Montgomery. The boy who just thought would never go away. We played together all summer long. Our families forced us at most. He liked to push me in the pool and put mud in my hair. He loved to play pranks on me and most of all; I think it was his mission to see how many times he could make me cry. He was the spitting image of the devil and throughout my childhood, he put me through his own version of hell. Just when I thought I could trust in him and let my guard down, he would come up from behind and knock me off my feet. Just like he was the enemy and I was the other apposing force trying to get across no man’s land. Eventually he grew out of his torturous ways and turned into someone I could count on. He manned up as his grandfather had called it. Whenever I got knocked down, he always picked me up and dusted me off to make sure I would get up and give it another go rather than just give up. He sang me songs and tickled me. We camped out in the yard with our flash lights and scared the crap out of one another with the stories we told. We laughed together; we cried together, we went through everything together. But then, he grew up, moved on. He went to University, moved across town and forgot all about me. I was hoping it would have stayed that way making life much more easier but, now here he is; all 5’8 of him; very masculine and full of testosterone. I looked up to him; smiled and nodded.

“I remember. How could I forget? You were that kid I thought would never grow old and move away. It’s like sent you to destroy me or at least put the fear of god in me because you were the devil as a kid,” I chuckled a little feeling my mouth go bone dry. ”H-how’s University?”

“It’s going good. I start my 3rd year in the fall. I’m not stopping until my PhD is in my hand. Speaking of hand, Granddad said the postman brought put your mail in our mailbox again,” Shoving the mail in my face to see. “I think he should retire soon, that’s the third time this week Granddad said he had to bring your mail over.” He chuckled low in his throat. The sound made my insides turn to mush. I tried everything I could to keep my mind from thinking something stupid and my mouth to not say something just as stupid, if not worse.

“I wasn’t home too much to notice. Thanks though.” He looked at me as if he wanted me to invite him in. I breathed in slowly, feeling awkward with him standing on the porch. Stop being such a dork and let him in. He doesn’t bite, much. He hasn’t done that since you were 5. He should have grown out of it by now. He is completely harmless. I sigh letting my heart trust my brain. “Would you like to come in? It’s not exactly warm out there today. I don’t feel right with you just stood there on the porch. Plus, it’s pouring out, you’re soaked right through.”

 “Yeah, I was kind of hoping that would have happened as soon as the door came open. But, I understand your hesitation, I’ve been an absence since my journey to adulthood and for that I am gratefully sorry.” He stepped inside, his converse sneakers squeaked against the floor. He took of his dripping coat and hung it in the corner on the coat rack. He turned around and caught me staring, he smiled at me. The buzz of the kitchen timer broke our silence. I sprinted towards the oven with my stomach rumbling.