By The Beach

Charlie's Pov

I watched Oliver collapse onto his bed and grab a comic that he had read a few times already. I yawned, stretching my hands over my head, and glanced drowzily around the still room.
I threw the blankets off my limp legs so they heaped over my feet and reached for my wheelchair which was next to my bed as always. I dragged myself until I plopped into the chair and then I adjusted so I fit in the chair properly. I placed my hands on the tops of the wheels, and glided over to a light oak wood dresser and grabbed some clothes. I disappeared into the bathroom, and came out not much sooner. I had become a master at dressing myself, being bound to my wheelchair. When I exited, I was greeted by Oliver who held my hairbrush and had a black hair tie around his wrist. He was grinning at me, gesturing me to come in front of him.
I smiled, "Y'know I can do my own hair." I chuckled, but wheeled closer to him anyway and spun so he could get to my hair. "Yeah, but I like doing it too." He snickered, gently collecting my hair so he could brush it.
I've always been glad that my hair is so silky and nice, like it's the only thing that's been going well for me all my life. Oliver put my hair into a ponytail, just how I always style it, before standing up and eyeing my head proudly.
"Thanks, bro." I held out a fist and he pounded it, the two of us sharing the same goofy grin. We stared at each other for a solid moment, and I fascinated over his Heterochromic eyes, and wished mine looked just as amazing. There was a knock on the door, and both of our heads turned. Oliver, having the walking advantage, went to the door and opened it. I wheeled around so I was in view of whoever was at the door and watched as he opened it. Bailey and Gavin appeared on the other side and Oliver hugged them both as a greeting, "Morning you two, come on in." Oliver grinned and stepped aside.
Gavin nodded, smiling warmly as he came inside. He was fairly tall, with brown hair that faded at the ends. His bangs were styled up, with orange tips that had faded. I guessed he didn't care enough to redeye it. I'd say the best part of him were his coffee brown eyes, which held the most of his emotions; and I could tell he was happy by the way they were shining. Gavin went with Oliver, who began speaking to him, while Gavin "spoke" back with his hands or with general gestures. He was a mute, but didn't have a hard time getting his point across. He took drama as a kid, and was the most humorous out of us all.
Bailey stood around at the door still, her nearly white-blue eyes sweeping around the room. She had her hair tied in a low messy bun, as she always did. She wore a blue and black hoodie and ripped light blue jeans. Her favorite possession, black headphones, were wrapped around her neck and the cord trailed down to her pocket. Bailey was arguably my best friend, ever since she came here. I liked how she was more of a tomboy, and I look up to her as an older sister while she sees me as a little sister. It was a shame she was blind ever since she was a kid, but her father dressed her mostly. She said to us once that her father had helped her dress tomboyish but I also knew it was because they were easier to wear without all the weird feminine clothing these days
"Bailey!" I called to her; her eyes blinking blankly to where I was in the room, carrying a gentle smile. She drifted over, sweeping her feet as she approched. "Don't worry, the room isn't dirty today." I assured, watching her struggle in the boringly empty room while holding back my giggles. Bailey snickered, and found her way to my bed, sitting down on the edge. "Morning, Charlie." She said, smiling my way.
"Morning, Bailey." I said back kindly to her, then curiously looked down at her feet. "Where's, Beach?" I asked, not seeing the white golden retriever that was usually laying by her feet. Beach was her service dog, a good one too.
Bailey shrugged, "I heard him snoring on the end of my bed so I let him sleep."
"What if something happens, what if he wakes up and can't find you?" I blinked, frowning slightly as I pictured the dog freaking out to find her. "Charlie, I come here every morning with him. So much that if we walk out of my room any time he tries to go down the hall before realizing." She laughed, waving her hand to dismiss the subject. I knew that was true, and giggled myself. "He is a smart dog, guess I just got ahead of myself." I shrugged, leaning back against the back of the wheel chair.