Star Gazers [BXB] [COMPLETED]

Marilyn

"Where are you taking me?" I asked confusedly as I followed Jason down the sidewalks of the nice suburban part of town. It was a friendly looking neighborhood, but I couldn't figure out what we were doing there.

"To a friend's," Jason said, his gaze lazily gliding over the area in front of us as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his dark grey jeans.

I turned my head to look at him, briefly admiring the way his leather jacket hugged his torso. I hugged my arms self consciously as I looked away. He pulled off the bad boy look so well, and here I was in a plain sweater and blue jeans. I'd never really cared how I looked before, but now... I don't know. 

Jason stopped abruptly in front of a small white gate. He opened up the mailbox that was directly beside him and started sifting through the handful of letters.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I watched him shift a few to the bottom before he seemed to remember I was there. 

He glanced at me briefly before he reached over the gate and unlatched it from the inside, pushing it open as he gestured for me to follow him.

We walked up a small cobblestone path that lead to the front porch of a quaint, but cute house. The siding was a sky blue, and was accented nicely by the white trim around the door and windows.

I wondered what kind of friend Jason could have, but somehow, the appearance of the house itself made me feel more at ease about meeting whoever it was. 

The front steps creaked as we walked up to the door, and with three loud knocks, Jason called out "Marilyn!" before opening up the door and walking inside.

I followed cautiously behind him, curiously taking in the home as we passed through. It was very small, kind of cramped, but it still felt homey.

"Is that you, Jason?" a frail voice that I wasn't expecting called from further in the house.

"Yeah," he called, following the voice into the living room where a small elderly woman sat in a small, colorful recliner. "And I brought a friend with me."

"You have friends?" she asked with a small smile, her head angling toward us as she spoke, but she was looking at something the wall.

"No need to be so rude about it," he scoffed, and I noticed he seemed to be adjusting his tone more consciously as he spoke. "Anyway, this is Cole. Cole, this is Marilyn."

"Hi," I said softly, waving my hand. 

"Come closer, Deary," Marilyn held her hand out, and I looked at Jason.

Placing a hand on my back, he urged me to get closer, and I soon found my hand in the elderly woman's. I had to crouch a bit, since her chair was kind of low.

"How old are you?" she asked as her other hand came forward and rested on the side of my face.

"Fifteen," I said with uncertainty as I watched her face. Her eyes were on me, but they didn't seem like they saw me. 

Then it hit me, and I nearly face palmed at my stupidity. She was blind. 

"I'm only fifty two," she winked coyly at me as she released me. I smiled at her, chuckling slightly as she was obviously in her eighties or nineties.  "It's lovely to meet you, Cole."

"It's lovely to meet you too, ma'am."

Jason stepped forward, grabbing Marilyn's hand as he crouched beside her.

"I grabbed your mail," he told her. "Your check came in, and it looks like some of your appointments need to be scheduled." 

"Thank you, Dear," she smiled and placed her hand on top of Jason's. "Will you read them for me?"