Blind Date

Crazy Movie Night

"Can't believe you invited pretty boy over." Kyle complains.
"Oh shush. I owe him for yesterday."
"Doesn't mean he has to come and crash our movie night." Kyle has always been a pouter. "Anyways, what movie we watching tonight?"
"My favorite." I smile, while sliding a popcorn bag into the microwave.
"We always watch that." Kyle complains again.
"You played a silent movie, with a blind chick, so this is your punishment."
"So, are you punishing Pretty Boy too?"
"Why would-"
"You're in your Pajama's... First time really meeting this guy, and you're choosing to be in your sleepwear." I use my memory of the apartment and make my way to the couch; ploping next to him. "That's worse than the movie choice."
"It's my house. If I wanna wear my PJs, then I'll wear my PJs." I throw my legs on top of his lap.
"If it was going to be a pajama party then I would've worn my Onesy." There's a smirk in his voice.
"I really believe you own one of those." I cross my arms.
"Do you even know how many times I've actually came over in my boxers?"
"Kyle, I never want to hear that answer. " I pause. "We clear."
"Yes, ma'am." He sounds serious but I know it's an act.
"Now go get the popcorn; it's done."
"No, it's not-" he goes silent, and so does the microwave. "How do you do that?"
"It's a blind trait; all of us have it." I boast.
"When you say 'us', I fear the worst."
"That's what I aim for." I rub my hands together and laugh evily. I hear the door bell and I hop up. "No ones home; go away!" I joke, putting my ear against the door.
"Don't mess with the poor guy, you've already caused enough damage." Kyle says, putting another bag into the microwave.
"Um, okay. Looks like I'll just leave." He sounds serious and I open the door in less than two seconds.
"I'm just kidding!" I defend.
"I know, so am I." His voice points his position as still in front of me.
"Right..." I spread out, making it obvious I was worried he'd actually leave. "Well, come on in!" I finally step aside.
"It's nice." I have a clue he's talking about the apartment.
"Small, but I can't really have anything big." I joke, but he never laughs. "Cause I'd have to remember that much... Can't you take a joke?" I nervously play with my hair.
"Sorry, it's just my mom wasn't the jokester... She took it all really seriously."
"Well, I don't." I sit at one of my bar stools positioned around my kitchen's island, "I'm blind. I can't do anything about it; might as well make it fun!"
"Right."
"Hey, man." Kyle pops in. "Nice to meet you."
"Show off." I scoff, hearing their hands shake.
"What?" Kyle comes closer.
"Show off." I say louder.
"You're the one showing off your Minion jammies." Kyle shoots back.
"Oh, I couldn't see what they were; thanks, pal, for letting me know." I smart off.
"So, what movie we watching?" Matt changes the subject.
"My favorite." I smile, leaning over the island.
"The proposal." Kyle pouts, "She makes me watch it whenever I'm in trouble."
"In trouble?"
"Yeah. Kyle, why don't you tell the nice man what you did to the poor blind lady." I cross my arms, playing parent.
"I chose a silent movie...." Kyle let's out and Matt starts to laugh.
"Nice." Matt says as their hands slap across one another's and I gasp.
"Matt! That's not funny!"
"You said to laugh!" I shrug my shoulders.
"Don't listen to Kyle. He's stupid." I groan, and make my way to the couch. I secretly smile, happy I got him to laugh at my "illness".

It wasn't long before we started the movie. Samson stayed by my feet the whole time, lifting his head every time I moved. We all sat on the couch, but I have to sit on the edge. My headphones have to plug into a device that allows me to know what is happening when the characters don't speak. I don't like to ruin movies for those who can see, so I just put on headphones to hear and imagine what's actually going on. Not everything people do in the movies is told....
Kyle stayed quiet the entire time, which is odd for him. Since my imagination helps me picture what's happening, I close my eyes, stopping them from scrambling across the room. After it was over we all have a conversation and they both let me soak in what it actually looked like, from both of their perspective.
"It's not possible for such a beautiful woman like Sandra Bullock to exist in this world." Kyle goes gaga.
"Actually I can think of one." Matt adds in and my attention snaps.
"Who?" I pull in closer, eager to know what these 'beautiful women' look like.
There's silence and I can't use anything to tell me if they're looking at one another, or discussing it....
"Well, duh he's talking about you!" Kyle is about as suddle as a gun and the air gets tense. I feel my cheeks get hot and I bet they're more red than a rose. Tempted to stick my head in the freezer, I decide the best thing to do is look away.

***

I finally wake up, feeling my eyes slowly open, with sleep refusing to release it's grip. I guess we all passed out on the couch, after deciding to put in another movie. I still have on my headphones, but I feel them being lifted off my ears. I now recognize that I'm laying on Kyle; at least I think. This is normal, because when he 'accidentally' stays here when our movie night goes too long, we end up passing out on each other. He's used me as a pillow, but I've used him more.
"Kyle? You woke me up, jerk." I mumble against his chest.
"Shh."
"Don't shush me-"
"Shh." I'm almost mad, but too tired to get up. I lay there for a while, trying to connect the dots.
The position of Kyles body, and the voice of his shushing didn't add up.
Suddenly I notice the easy breathing and the steady, almost non-noticable, snores coming from above my head. This cannot be Kyle... Kyle's awake...
Then my mind connects to the only possible answer.
Matt?
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Kyle's cute, isn't he?

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