Fuller House FanFiction: One Of A Kind

One

Third Person P.O.V

Location: The Fuller Residents

Objective: None

Rocky and Jenna walk out of their house and head to the Fuller residence. Rocky is going a little slower than usual as she has to help her sister to make sure she doesn't fall down. Why does Rocky have to do this you may ask?

Because Rocky's Sister, Jenna. Is blind. Jenna has her walking stick with her but she could trip on a giant crack in the sidewalk, drop her stick and fall down.

When Rocky and Jenna get there. Rocky knocks on the door so they can be let in.

Jenna

Location: Fuller Residence Front Porch

Objective: None

"It's always open!" The Fuller's yell. I can't say I am shocked at this as Rocky and I walk in.

"Hi Rocky! So, who's this weirdo?" I hear a boys voice ask. I still face ahead because I don't know where the sound is coming from. I assume he is talking about me. I put more grip on my walking stick to show anger.

"This, weirdo, is my sister. Jenna say hi." Rocky says. "Hello, what's your name boy?" I ask, still facing ahead. Rocky turns me around to a certain direction.

Rocky whispers in my ear that he waved. I waved back.

No one knows besides my family that I'm blind. We plan to keep it that way.

"So, Rocky why does your sister carry a stick? And wear sunglasses? It's nighttime." The boy says.

"Uh,"

"Because America is a free country." I blurt out. Interrupting Rocky.

"Uh, Yeah. America is free. Don't judge her." Rocky goes along with it.

"Oh, Kay. Moving on." The boy says.

Rocky tells me the boys name is Jackson. I start picturing a face. But I can't think of anything.

Rocky helps me up stairs. I sit on a bed. Rocky tells me it's Jackson's.

"Why did you hold her shoulders while coming up the stairs?" Jackson asks sooooo many questions.

"Stop asking questions, boy! Jesus..." I blurt out.

"Because, Uh..."

"Because I am blind." I say.

Oh shit.

"Blind... ed by the beauty of your house! Yeah, it's so gorgeous I can't even see straight." I fix my error ending up having to interrupt Rocky the first time again.

"Yeah, I mean your house is, pretty cool." Rocky goes with what I am saying again.

"Oh, well. That's weird. My mom didn't clean the house today. Our house is a mess." Jackson replies.

I start laughing. Rocky tells me our house is a pigsty. Clothes all over the floor, dust everywhere, and everything rotten from two years ago still sits in the fridge. I quickly stop laughing as to not seem suspicious.

I wasn't always blind. I became blind not to long ago....

Flashback

"Hey Jenna! Where is moms guns?!" Rocky asks me.

We were being robed and we had to kill the robbers. "I think they took the guns, there is nothing left here but a note. It says Stolen." I read.