I Can See For Miles

Part 1

Yes, another converted story. This will be a quick conversion. And if you're wondering about the cover, there is a reason for it. You'll just have to wait for that reason to pop up. I may post two parts a day. There are 11.

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Lauren couldn't count the number of times she had stumbled down her stairs in the dark. Most people couldn't. You're just too lazy to turn on the lights, so you blindly navigate using your feet to feel for the edges of the steps. Sometimes she caught herself with the banister, screaming out rarely used expletives in the process. Other times she slipped down a couple steps and landed on her back, laughing her head off in relief that she was not tumbling to her death. And then sometimes, she would misjudge a step, lose track of the banister, and go thumping down the whole flight of stairs, before coming to a stop at the bottom and rolling around, hissing in pain for ten minutes, and trying to determine which way was up.

This may be accompanied by a distant, "Lauren! What was that?" or "Ohmygod Lo! Are you okay?" Then she would get up, shake it off, and do it all again in a couple of weeks.

This is what Lauren was thinking as she watched Camila navigate her way down Louis's staircase to meet the rest of Glee Club gathered in the basement. She wondered what it would be like to be in the dark all the time. To constantly be feeling for that edge of the step. God, she would be covered in bruises.

Lauren was broken out of her reverie as Hailee led Camila over to the couch and Louis finally spoke up, calling everyone to order.

"Ok fellow glee clubbers! I will make this quick because I am aware some of you have places you'd rather be."

"Yes! Please do. Chop chop Tomlinson. Reservations at Breadstix and I will not be late."

"Does Breadstix even do reservations?"

Everyone rolled their eyes at Dinah. Normani put her arm around her.

"Be patient DJ. This is so exciting! It feels like Christmas, you know. Like everyone's here even though we don't have to be! I hope there are presents."

"Ooh Louis are there presents?" Ally perked up from her place sprawled on the floor with Troy.

"What? No. No presents. I just have a wonderful idea I'd like to share with you all." Louis beamed, building the anticipation

"Dude get on with it! A few more minutes of inhaling those flowery toxic candles and I'm gonna pass out." Zayn complained from the armchair.

Louis huffed. "It's floral incense Zayn, but of course you would be ignorant of that fact."

Lauren was beginning to lose patience. This was taking forever and the 'floral incense' was making her want to vomit, so she focused her attention back on Camila, who hadn't spoken yet.

Lauren didn't think this was odd. She noticed Camila was usually quiet in unfamiliar places, and then back to her usual loud, outgoing self once she became comfortable. Lauren didn't know why she noticed this, of course, she just did.

It had only started within the last few months, when the two had stopped being enemies, and had become cordial, occasionally friendly, teammates. Lauren had lost interest in Shawn and Camila had rebuffed him in favor of her future career, so that all three points of their triangle were now single.

These few months are when Lauren began to think of things, like how Camila feels coming down a flight of stairs. She didn't usually dwell on the girl's lack of sight, since they had been in the same schools since first grade, so that's just sort of how it always was.

When she made fun of Camila in the first couple years of high school, it was for other things, like her clothing and stature, but she wouldn't stop her jock "friends" from hiding the brunette's belongings or slushy-ing her so that she'd drop all her books and spend ten minutes searching for them on the sticky ground.