Maye's P.O.V.
We reach the booth in a small area that has all different types of glasses, and the doctor tells us to pick any glasses in this certain area. I've been dreading this moment. The hours of looking for "cool" glasses, even though you already know you're going to get bullied for wearing any type of pair anyway, the smiles of doctors passing by, mocking my misery.
But I'm still looking at them all anyway, asking myself questions internally. Do I want big lenses or small ones? What color do I want them to be? What type of pair will work for me?
"Do you want to try some on?" Matthew asks me, and telling from his expression, my best bet is to just go along with it and say yes, although I want to say no. I nod.
"Alright. What about these?" He pulls out grey glasses with thin temples and frames. The lenses were also huge circles, which made it seem like something Harry Potter would wear to Hogwarts.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Seriously?"
He laughs, putting them back and looking for another pair. I let the beautiful sound play a song on my ear drums, and I can practically feel my expression softening. Why is it so hard to be mad at him? "I was kidding." He says.
I stay silent and look around. I stumble upon some glasses that had black thick frames and temples. They looked like the kind of glasses hipsters wear on Tumblr. And I should get these, because I'm a total hipster, remember? How about no?
I put them down and continue looking. I find some pink ones with thin temples and frames. The lenses were sort of like squares, but had circular corners. I tried them on.
I walk over to a mirror and examine them. They were cute, but they weren't exactly attractive on my face. I looked like a lonely cat lady. I shrug and put them back. I guess they just aren't my type.
I let out an exaggerated exhale. I've always hated shopping no matter what the reason was. That's usually why I always shop online. It's a lot easier that way. You don't have to socialize with the workers and tell them that you're just looking and don't need any help, and you don't have to awkwardly make the cashier wait for you while you get your money together.
"What about these?" I hear the familiar phrase, and I brace myself for another joke pair of glasses before turning around. When I do, I don't see what I expected. The temples and frames are thin and a light shade of blue, and the lenses are the perfect sized rectangles with curved corners. They were simple, and I really liked simple. Mostly because I was sort of a simple person.
"Try them on." He pushes.
"Okay." I say before taking the glasses by the bridge and sliding them on. I looked at myself, and I looked different. But, for some reason, I didn't feel like it was a bad different. I liked it a little. I turn to Matthew.
"What do you think?"
He has this blank expression written on his face, his mouth slightly agape. "Matthew?"
He blinks and nods. "Yeah, sorry. " He clears his throat. "You should get them."
"I don't look too nerdy in them?"
He shakes his head. "You actually look really... pretty." I search his face for any kind of expression telling me not to get them, but I find none. Only a couple of slightly tinted pink cheeks, causing me to smile and nod.
"Okay. Let's get them." I confirm, and we walk to the same desk, waiting to be assisted so we can make the purchase.
A different doctor notices us and walks over to the desk. "I'll ring you up!" She says a little bit too enthusiastic for my taste, but I don't say anything. I just smile and nod.
"Those will be about 150 dollars." She says, flashing us another bright smile.
My eyes widen as I watch Matthew pull out the money. "You're seriously paying for those?"
He looks at me, baffled. "Why wouldn't I?"
"They're one hundred fifty dollars!" I whisper loudly so the doctor doesn't hear.
Matthew chuckles. "Maye, its fine. You can buy me two ice cream cones."
I sigh before standing back and letting him pay. I had no idea the glasses were going to be that expensive. Even though he's rich, I still feel horrible for making him pay for them.
He stands in front of me and hands me a small white bag, an award winning smile on his face. I find myself smile too, despite all the things running through my mind.
We climb into his truck and he drives me back to my house. I look at the digital clock inside. It reads 6:30 pm. I guess shopping is more time consuming than I thought.
"You should put them on." He advises.
I nod and take them out of the bag. The glasses are stored in a really cute case. It's a plain shade of green with flowers on it, but it was cute. I wonder how much it cost.
"It came free with the glasses." Matthew says, once again reading my mind. He has to stop doing that.
I take the glasses out of the case and put them on. Everything that's far away is so much clearer now. It's nice.
Matthew stops the vehicle in front if my house. I turn to him and smile.
I bring him into a hug. "Thank you. For everything."
He has a sort of late reaction before engulfing me into an embrace also. He rubs my back, assuring me that it was nothing.
I pull away, although I could stay in that position forever, and step out of the truck. I wave to him while I watch him drive away from my doorstep.
If Matthew can accept the way I look in my glasses, can everyone at school do the same?
I guess we'll have to wait and see about that, don't we?
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