Infinity

Anderson Rice Member of The Support Group I'll soon be blind but I'll still see right through you.

[mason-jfc]

After he’d helped Anderson out of the car, he picked up the food and started slowly leading the way up to the treehouse. He wished Anderson could still see the beauty of it, but he knew he’d remember it in every last detail. Eventually they got inside the treehouse, and Mason immediately dished out the food after he’d sat Anders down. “Here you go, beautiful.” He smiled, putting the plate in his lap and a fork in his hand then he sat next to him with his own. “I love you.” He murmured happily, leaning to kiss his cheek.

[ohshitanderson]

"I love you too," Anderson muttered before moving the fork, then pausing. He still couldn't eat by himself without making a mess, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his boyfriend. A soft whimper left his mouth, but he tried to pass it off as a sigh. "Mase..." he said softly, still clutching the fork tightly, but looking down in the general direction of the food.

[russianskatervlad]

5 minutes late getting out of class and my sister drives off without me. Leaving me and Chris to walk home in the rain. What a ray of fucking sunshine.

[ohshitanderson]

Your sister sounds mean as shit. How come I've never met her? Or have I, and I'm just being dumb?

[mason-jfc]

"If that goes all over my car, you’re paying for it. Just so you know." He said to Anderson as he drove. "Yeah, we’re going to the treehouse." Mason said, his tone a little happier now. He really did love the treehouse. In all this time, he’d never seen anyone else there except him and Anderson, he felt like it really was their own special place. After a little while he pulled up the car to the curb, getting out the car.

[ohshitanderson]

"Oh, hush," Anderson said, rolling his eyes--what was left of them lol-- "It's not going all over your car unless we flip over or something," he joked. When he felt Mason park, he waited for him to come around and help him out of the car like always. He couldn't see the treehouse anymore, but he could smell it, smell the trees and the incense they'd burned last time, the wood, the smell of animals. He loved it.

[mason-jfc]

Mason gritted his teeth as a hurt look crossed his face, but of course Anderson couldn’t see that.. Couldn’t see the hurt that he caused Mason and the pain that he often put him in with his words. “Okay.” He murmured quietly, sadness obvious in his voice as he got out of the car and went into the restaurant, ordering their food and paying for it. Five minutes later he came back and dumped the food on the others legs. “Hold it so it doesn’t go everywhere.” He said, just as quietly as the last word he said and started the car again, this time heading to the tree house.

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson heard the hurt in Mason's voice, and he nearly apologized. Nearly. When Mason dumped the food onto his lap and told him to hold it, he heard it then too. "No?" He said, carefully moving the food from his lap to the floor of the car at his feet. "Are we going to the treehouse now," he asked, trying to change the mood.

[mason-jfc]

Mason sighed inaudibly, watching the other as he sorted out his shoes before helping him down the stairs and out the door, then into the car. "Anders, I love you. I know your situation fucking sucks but at least you didn't die, yeah? It could of been worse." He said before driving to the Chinese. "What do you want from the Chinese?"

[ohshitanderson]

"Yeah, I suppose it could've been worse," Anderson murmured, folding his arms across his chest and turning his head so it looked like he was looking out the window. "Yeah, it definitely could've been worse. I could've gotten my dick cut off." he said softly. It was meant to hurt Mason. He was lashing out. "Orange chicken and fried rice," he said, clearing his throat to try and speed past what he'd just said.

[ohshitanderson]

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson lifted his feet, hands gripping Mason’s small shoulders as he did. He released his grip on his shoulders, not at all surprised by the kiss. Mason always snuck in sweet little kisses to try to make Anderson feel better. “I fuckin’ hate this,” he muttered as Mason...

[ohshitanderson]

"Learning Braille's like forcing me to learn a new language because I'm too inadequate to function in English. No fuckin' thank you," he said bitterly. Let's just go," he said, carefully sitting on the floor, reaching for his shoes. He had to pat around the ground a few times before he could grab them, but he pulled then towards himself and pulled them on, feeling around the shoe for the laces and finally tying them.

[ohshitanderson]

So I'm mobile, so I will not be cutting posts bc lazy also hi <3

[larrydiary]

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[ohshitanderson]

No nothing can come between,

You and I. 

[mason-jfc]

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson sighed and took his pajama shirt off, then his pajama bottoms. ” Why do you sound so happy and giggly?” Anderson asked grumpily, taking his boxers off and reaching out for Mason.

[mason-jfc]

"I guess your voice being the first thing I hear in the morning makes me happy." He suggested with a little shrug, not that Anderson could see that.. But the boy knew him so well he could always tell. He picked up the others clean boxers before going over to him, letting the other hold onto him. He tapped his legs in turn in indication to lift his foot off the ground before pulling them up, pecking his lips as he did before moving to get the rest of his clothes and start dressing him. 

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson lifted his feet, hands gripping Mason's small shoulders as he did. He released his grip on his shoulders, not at all surprised by the kiss. Mason always snuck in sweet little kisses to try to make Anderson feel better. "I fuckin' hate this," he muttered as Mason continued to dress him.

[mason-jfc]

"I always smile around you. Besides, you know me better than anyone else does." He replied, still smiling before he giggled. "I would never make you look like a douchebag. I’m the one that has to walk around with you after all." Mason teased, pulling out a nice fitted t-shirt and some skinny jeans. "Don’t just stand their looking pretty, strip baby.” He laughed, walking over to the bed before setting the clothes down and getting Anderson some fresh underwear and socks out of his draws. 

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson sighed and took his Pajama shirt off, then his pajama bottoms. " Why do you sound so happy and giggly?" Anderson asked grumpily, taking his boxers off and reaching out for Mason.

[russianskatervlad]

Blades on ice skates hurt worse.

[ohshitanderson]

If you're dumb enough to get yourself cut on ice skates then you don't need to leave your house okay.

[mason-jfc]

Mason grabbed onto Anderson before smiling softly. “Okay. We’ll get you dressed then go, yeah? What d’you wanna wear?” He asked, going over to the others wardrobe and looking through it. “Comfy or stylish?” Mason smiled, going back to Anderson and kissing him softly. Most people would think that helping a blind person, never mind a teenage boy who’s full of hormones at the same time, would be a drag and completely suck.. But to Mason it wasn’t. To Mason, it was just normal. It was something he did, and something he enjoyed doing. After all, he loved Anderson.

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson licked his lips before just standing there where Mason left him. "I can hear when you smile," he said softly, blinking. "I don't care, just don't make me look like a douchebag," he said, swaying on his feet. He still hadn't gotten used to standing completely still with his eyes closed. Rather-- without his eyes. He liked the way Mason's kisses were now, soft, unexpected only because he couldn't see him walking up, puckering his thin pretty lips-- Stop it, Anderson. You're just going to piss yourself off worse.

[russianskatervlad]

Ice rinks hurt. Sand does not hurt.

[ohshitanderson]

Freezing cold water hurts worse.

[mason-jfc]

"I-I know, Anders. Baby, it’s okay yeah? I’m literally around the corner now." He said into the phone, speeding up and driving faster so he’d be with Anderson faster. He pulled into the driveway and hurried up to the door, knocking on it. As always, Anderson’s mum let him in and he was up the stairs and in the other males room in no time. "Hey." He said, walking over to him and pecking his cheek. "I love you.." 

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson rolled his eyes--shells--and hung up the phone when he heard Mason's knock on the door. And even then it felt like it took Mason forever to get to his room. "I know," he said before sitting up and reaching for Mason. "I'm fuckin' starving, and I didn't want to go to the kitchen because I knew I was gonna drop something and mom was gonna come running like I just shived myself on a butcher knife. So, we need to go get food like, now."

[mason-jfc]

"M’sorry. I’m setting off now, and we can stop off for chinese on the way to the treehouse?" He replied, pulling on his sneakers and picking up his car keys, walking out to his car. "I’m gonna be there in two minutes, yeah?" Mason said down the phone as he started driving. He knew how hard this was for Anderson.. He knew that he still hadn’t adjusted to any of it; someday’s Mason could help, someday’s he couldn’t.. He just had to hope that the latter kept being as infrequent as they were.

[ohshitanderson]

Anderson sighed again, fully in a shitty mood now. He always got these mood swings, periods where he realized exactly how useless and stupid and freakish he was. And it was during these times that he knew he needed to call Mason or he'd do something drastic. "Two minutes is a long fucking time, Mason," he said through gritted teeth, impatient and hungry.

[russianskatervlad]

But that doesn’t mean that it should be abandoned in winter! Ice rinks are still cold in winter, but do people stop going there? No!

[ohshitanderson]

Well, because ice rinks are useful and fun in the winter. There is nothing fun about getting wet from head to toe and fuckin' freezing your ass off.