Blind - Team Crafted Fan-Fic

Bonding closer together

HART'S POV

After I finished my breakfast of budder on toast, I tried to plot where everything in the kitchen was by feeling around for things and counting steps. Managing to work my way around the island and desks, I entered the living room. I think there was an- OW! Table... I stubbed my foot on the table and now knew where it was. I feel the sofa and sit down. Sighing, I lent back against it and smiled. I love my life right now. But my thinking was interrupted by somebody else sitting on the sofa. I felt a hand on mine which guided it until I felt something curly. Hair. I ran my fingers over the curls, confused.

'What are you doing?' I ask whoever it was.

'Wondering if you could tell who somebody was by their hair.' Daddy Sky-Sky said.

'Hmmm... I guess I could. Be weird though wouldn't it?' I say as I move my hand to my lap.

'I don't know. It was only an idea.' He chuckled. 'By the way, don't you have a guiding stick?'

'A what?' I say.

'Guiding stick. It's a pole with a ball at the end and if it hits something the you know where it is.' Adam explains.

'No. I don't. I don't want one. Like to be able to feel for myself y'know?' I reply and he laughs.

'Hey doodz!' I hear somebody say.

'Hi Big Dood! You alright?' I say as he sits next to me.

'Yeah. I'm really bored.' He said.

'Me too.' I reply.

'So...what are we gonna do?' Ian asks us.

'The others arae recording so I guess we could ruin those coz they are doing face c ams right?' I suggest.

'I like your thinking Lil' Derp.'

'Seriously? I'm not that short!' I protest in a joking way.

'No. But you are the youngest so it makes sense.' Adam says.

'Fair point!' I laugh.

'What are we gonna do then? We gotta grief them!' I ask around for ideas.

I hear nothing before a click of fingers.

IAN'S POV

I click my fingers and smile. Perfect idea alert! Hart is confused so I explain my idea to her.

'We all have NERF guns and bullets. Why don't we shoot them with the guns?' I say, lettiny my love for guns and stuff get the better of me.

'Brilliant! Lemme go get them.' Adam said as he hopped up and ran into another room. 

Me and Hart laugh quietly at the thought of annoying the others. Adam came back smiling a few moments later with three guns in his arms along with a bag of foam bullets for ammo. Picking up the biggest one, I check the bullets and find it full. Aiming at fake targets, I pretend to shoot.

Placing my gun down and picking up an automatic gun, I hand it to Hart. 'Here. This is an automatic so you only hold down the trigger and it shoots for you.' I help her hold it.

'Thanks.' She replies and Adam gets two hand held guns and stands like a cowboy. I roll my eyes, Adam is worse off than Hart is.

'Ready?' Adam asks.

'You got it!' I reply.

'Come at me bro!' Hart smiles.

'Lez do this.' I derp.

Adam takes Hart and we climb slowly up the stairs because Hart didn't want to be in the elevator. From here, we could hear Merome playing the Hunger Games and Ty and Quentin playing mini games. The others were upstairs. Creeping along, we decide to annoy Mitch and Jerome first.

Peeking round the partially open door, I see them sit next to each other with their backs to us and face cams on. We tip toe through the room and I help Hart aim her gun.

Suddenly, we all burst out 'POWER MOVES ONLY' and shoot our guns. Mitch yelled and Jerome his behind his hat until we were all outta bullets.

'Right in the eye. Jesus Hart!' Mitch says as Hart stops shooting after she heard him groan.

'What the hell?' Jerome said.

'Ian was bored. What else can i say?' Adam shrugs and Hart smirks.

Jerome and Mitch sighs and resumes their Hunger Games and we collect up teh bullets. Reloading the guns, Hart laughed.

'That was fun! Can we shoot them again?' She asked.

'Jesus Hart. Blood thirsty much?'

'Shut up Daddy Sky-Sky.' Hart said like a 5-year-old kid in trouble with a parent.

I chuckle and we decided to go get the others who are doing a skywars tornament. Us three became ninjas and snuck into the massive room where the others were yelling and joking whilst preparing to attack each other on the Skywars tornament. Thankfully they all are unaware we are here becasue of their headphones. 

'Keep quiet Hart.' I say as I line her up behind Jason.

I stood behind Quentin whilst Adam stood behind Ty. Nodding to Adam, we awaited his signal to shoot.

'HELPING!' Adam shouted and we shot at everybody.

'WOAH! CHILL OUT GUYS!' Jason yelled as Hart shot.

Once we ran out of bullets, we burst out laughing.

'I have a bullet in teh back of my shirt!' Quentin said as he tried to get it out which he did. 

'Thanks for the ruined recording(!)' Ty said as he threw bullets back at Adam.

'You don't have to scrap it. You can use it for the fans! I bet they'll love it!' Hart suggested.

'Good point. Anyways...if you guys aren't going to annoy us anymore then we will resume the tornament.' Jason said.

Walking out of the room, me, Adam and Hart walked downstairs to the living room where we collapsed on the sofa laughing our heads off. We high fived and Adam went off to recollect the bullets.

'That was awesome!' I said.

'Yeah! That was so fun!' Hart replied.

'Good shooting for someone who can't see.' I say but realise what I said. 'Oh God. I didn't mean-'

'No. It's fine. I have had worse insults.' Hart said.

'What's it like...not being able to see?' I ask, hoping not to cause offence.

'Close your eyes tightly, what you see is what I see.' Hart said.

I shut my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. An endless void of nothing. No colours, not pictures, no nothing. Hart has to imagine everything and remember where everything is. 

'My God. That really is annoyingly annoying.' I say, opening my eyes.

'Well hey. At least I have an awesome memory adn great sense of hearing.' Hart rubs her neck.

'How long have you been blind?' I ask.

'Since I was five I think. As long as I can remember. Hell, I don't even know what I look like or what color my eyes were before I was blind...'

I feel sorry for her. She has to think everything she feels and hears. Since she was five she's been like this. I feel for her... but...maybe something else is stirring inside me...