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âMost people like it when I talk, they say it is âot.â
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âHas anyone ever told you that you talk to much?â
âMost people like it when I talk, they say it is âot.â
âMan, I donât know if itâs just being in a new place, or being surrounded by so many new people, or what, but I am so tired. I donât even feel like Iâve done anything yet, and Iâm already dead. Whatâs up with that?â
âIt is definitely âard being in a new place. I do not think it is that difficult to get adjusted to life in this âouse though, so I would not be too worried. When did you arrive?â
âNice to meet you too.â Even though he couldnât see her clearly, Fiona could tell that he was studying her features which would normally make her feel vulnerable. It was obvious that he was a nice guy though, so the feeling wasnât even there. If she had known that about him sooner, she definitely would have made an effort to talk to him weeks ago. His accent reminded her of the trips she used to take when she was younger to visit her family in France and the memory made her smile. She was almost certain that was where he was from, but she figured itâd probably be best to just ask. âAre you French, Sacha?â
Sacha was getting a headache from how difficult it was to simply look at things, so he rubbed at his temples and let his eyes drift off to look at the wall. The plain, white surface was blank enough to keep his eyes from focusing on any particular object. âI am, I lived in Toulouse all of my life. I came to California for school though, and I never went back,â he explained. âWhere are you from?â He always enjoyed meeting new people. Everyone had a different story to tell, different things to relate to. It just took the right questions to figure it out.
âProbably. But at least youâll be funny. And when you have your glasses back and you stop falling over Iâm sure you can regain your reputation.â âHopefully.â Logan let out a small laugh, âItâll be worth it to see my name on something to be honest.â
âAh yes, that it what I want to âappen, everyone making fun of me. Awe, you think people will be falling all over me? That is very sweet.â Sacha nodded in understanding. âYour name is now on a television show, that is pretty nice as well.â
Casey came up to the boy, she had seen him just stare at the ceiling for the past ten minutes. âYou alright there Sacha?â She said when he sat up. âI swear you have hearing like a bat!â She joked and laughed softly and walked over, sitting next to him. âWhat are you doing here?â She asked curiously.
âI am alright, I just miss my books. And my glasses,â he explained with a small smile. âThey say that when you lose one sense, your others are âeightened,â he joked. Her question had him shrugging. âI was feeling cooped up in my room, I thought the living room would make me a little less stir crazy.â
âBored, huh?â The male chuckled at the obvious complacence in the French maleâs voice, looking around the room for something to provide the both of them from some sort of distraction. Lane wasnât sure about the other, but his own boredom stemmed from the inability to control his niggling thoughts. âLetâs see, what can we do. We can go swim? Or eat? Or, be a rebel and eat and then go swim before thirty minutes is up.â
âVery,â he sighed. Sachaâs lips quirked at all of his suggestions. âI think we should cause a little trouble and eat then swim. Plus, there is nothing better than eating when you are bored. I can eat an entire bag of chips by myself when I am bored.â He pushed off of the couch and looked to the kitchen. âMaybe you should do the cooking though, I do not know âow safe it would be if I were near kitchen things with my sight so bad.â
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âWhatâs your reputation currently?â The boy mused an amused smile on his face. âThatâs the plan. Kind of a scary plan though. I donât know if Iâll ever manage it.â
âI do not know, but it is better than someone who trips all over themselves. Now I will be seen as a fool.â Sacha smiled encouragingly. âIt may be scary, but it would be so fulfilling as well. You would get to see so many people enjoying what you wrote.â
Logan laughed again, âawee, I kind of wish Iâd seen that. No offence, but, that would have been entertaining to see.â The boy said with a grin, âIn magazines and stuff, but not in a book or anything.â He said with a shrug
âThat is what I am worried about! It is entertaining enough to put in an episode, which is no good for me. My reputation will be ruined,â he pouted. âIn magazines? That is amazing! Do you âope to get a book published one day?â
Logan let out a laugh at Sachaâs admission. âWell, I hope they fix it soon. Wouldnât want you walking into anybody.â Logan shrugged lightly âWhatever Iâm feeling I guess. Last night it was a poem, but it has been short stories or working on my novel sometimes.â
Sacha grimaced. âIt is a little too late for that. I âave tripped myself on so much furniture, it is embarrassing. There will be an episode dedicated to me falling over, I can see it.â He nodded. ââave you ever been published?â
At the revelation that he couldnât even see her, Fiona suddenly felt uncomfortable trying to talk to him. These werenât the usual circumstance for meeting new people and it made her feel slightly self-conscious about her first impression. âOh, sorry. We havenât met. I probably wouldnât even have chosen to introduce myself to you right now if I knew you couldnât see me. Iâm Fiona,â she said, extending her hand. After a second she wondered if heâd even be able to see it.
Sacha shakes his head. âNo, do not worry about it. It is not being able to see you that is important, it is being able to talk to you. It is nice to meet you Fiona, I am Sacha.â He takes her hand and shakes it, flashing a smile. He doesnât want her to feel about meeting him under such strange circumstances. It wasnât like he was completely blind. He could see her long blonde hair, and the way her lips moved when she spoke. She may or may not have blue eyes, he still wasnât sure about that. But it was something.
âBad luck, man. I guess you canât really see anything then huh? I see why youâre so bored.â âYeah I am, it was good stuff.â He said with a nod, âYeah, me to. Which is kind of annoying really.â
âI know, but it is my own fault. Not really, you just look like a pink blob to me right now,â he explained. âThat is good! What are you working on right now?â He laughed and nodded. âIt can be no fun in the morning.â
Noticing the boy didnât have his glasses on he cocked his head to the side, âyou wearing contacts or something?â He shrugged running a hand through his hair, âI woke up at three in the morning this a writing bug and I have to write it down otherwise Iâd forget.â
Sacha shook his head ruefully. âI accidentally stepped on my glasses this morning, and now they are broken. I am blind until the show fixes them,â he explained. âOh? Are you âappy with what you wrote down? Nighttime is the best time to get muse, I âave found.â
Fiona looked over at the boy sprawled out on the couch. She had seen him around the house before but the two of them had never actually spoken. Because of that, she wasnât even sure if heâd actually want her to talk to. After contemplating for a few seconds, she decided to take her chances anyways. âWhatâs making you so bored?â she asked, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
Sacha didnât recognize the voice coming from the blurry figure that settled across from him. He didnât know if it was someone he knew and he just didnât connect the voice to a face, or if it was one of the many people he has yet to meet on the show. âI broke my glasses so I cannot read. It is very unfortunate,â he explained, a frown tugging his eyebrows together. âI also cannot see you very well, so I do not know who you are,I am sorry,â he added sheepishly.
Logan yawned s he walked into the room.After a late night writing he was barely up for much. Sitting down on the couch opposite the Frenchman he was oblivious to the blindness. âIâm so tired, man. I donât know if I can be of much entertainment,â
Sacha sat up and grinned as soon as he recognized the voice. He was even able to make out Loganâs blurry features. âWhat âas you so tired?â He asked, his attention focused on the other male.
âTheyâve only put fake ones around so far, but if I see a real one put here on purpose, Iâll choke whoever put it there until theyâre purple. I canât even sleep in my own room because they put me in the tarantula room.â
âOh, is it for the âalloween theme? That sounds âorrible, I am sorry. I would probably âave to sleep in the living room if I were you. Is there anyway you could cover the spiders up so you donât âave to see them?â
Sacha was blind as a bat without his glasses, which explained why he was so devastated over the fact that he completely destroyed the them under his foot this morning. Now, while he was waiting for the show to replace the lenses, he had to stumble through his daily activities. The frenchman was currently sprawled out on the couch pouting up at the ceiling. Without the ability to read he found himself bored out of his mind. When he heard someone entering the living room he immediately sat up. ââelp me, I am so bored,â he whined. He didnât even know who he was complaining too, he was that blind, but he was desperate for entertainment.