| 2 | callmefitz
jschlatt is in this chapter, i wanna include him cus he deserves more appreciation and recognition so if you don't know him, i recommend watching him :)
/ carson. /
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サンクチュアリー: sanctuary.
a place of refuge or safety.
eg: "It's kind of like my sanctuary, I guess."
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recap:
That's why I feel people's faces sometimes, just to know them.
I want to know the guy behind me.
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"Carson, don't tell me your gonna end up being one of those guys who fall asleep during math class!" Sara whispers shout, poking my head to "wake" me up. I wasn't even asleep, just contemplating life. It's only my second class and I already feel like going home. Unfortunately, the guy that sounded nice isn't in this class, not that I know of. "I already feel like I'm sleeping. I'm actually blind, Sara, in case you forgot about that," I spoke sarcastically, Sara groaned and her footsteps became distant which made me chuckle under my breath. I sighed, listening to the teacher blabber on about math while I wrote in my journal. For some reason, out of every other day, I choose to act like an asshole today.
But when am I not an asshole?
"Carson, fuck dude, what's up," A familiar voice spoke beside me, I smiled and reached my hand out toward the voice, feeling their face. "Carson, get your greasy hand off me. You know who I am."
"Aw, you're no fun, Schlatt," I complained as my hand was smacked away.
"Yeah? Look who's talking."
"Oh, haha very funny, you jerk," I replied, getting back to writing. Schlatt, or Jason, has been my friend for a while. We just started talking randomly and ever since then, we got along, now we're good friends. I don't mind though, he's a nice guy. "Anyways, so I just sold out on my merch and holy shit, am I gonna be drowning in fucking green paper," He mentioned, laughing at the end, he's also a YouTuber so it doesn't surprise me that he has some cash in his pockets. I wanted to be a YouTuber before I was blind, I was hoping that it was something temporary and it wasn't. I've never had a real job before either.
"Yeah? I bought a shirt."
"You did? You better not be lyin' to me or I'm gonna scream at you. Scream in your ears, Carson."
"Yeah? Maybe I'll keep touching your face with my greasy hands," I was joking but at the same time, I wasn't joking. Secretly in my mind, the guy from last class was still in my mind. Never have I been so curious about a dude that I've never fucking met, it's strange. "Schlatt, do me a favor?"
"Uh sure, what is it?"
"Can you tell me if there's like a... dude with blonde hair and blue eyes in this class?"
"I- uhm- well," I listen to him turn around and wait for a response. "Yeah, yeah there's some tall fucker all the way in the back with like two other people."
"Huh, okay. Good to know."
"How'd you know that?"
"I guessed, I like to imagine what people look like when I only hear their voice. It's kinda quirky," I muttered, getting back to writing. Jason didn't respond until he gasped, whispering to me. "Carson, they're pointing at us. Carson, why'd you make me do this?"
"Y-You're asking the wrong questions to a blind guy," I yelled at him quietly, I panicked and I felt my hands shake. Did I really embarrass him that badly? "Hey, you're going to be fine. That tall guy is gonna be okay and so are we. Plus, now you have a better chance to talk with him."
"What's his name?" I asked immediately, my tone was desperate and I knew that Jason knew as well.
"I don't know, I'm sorry," He whispered, I let out a shaky sigh and kept writing. I swear I can feel him staring at me, I wonder what he's thinking about. Probably about why a computer engineer and a blind guy are talking about him. Maybe he wants to talk to me? It's hard to tell coming from a blind guy. This fucking sucks.
"Okay, I'm going to end our lesson here," The teacher sighed, letting us leave. It felt earlier than usual or maybe it was just me. "Hey Carson, I gotta go but I can help you to your next class if you want," Jason offered, I smiled a little and agreed. Slouching my backpack across my shoulder and placing my other hand on Jason's shoulder to walk out of class properly, pulling my long cane out while letting go of Jason. "Oh fuck, Carson, the tall dude from class is coming up to us," Schlatt spoke nervously, I listened to the running footsteps behind us.
"You've gotta be shitting me-"
"Hey, uhm-" The guy spoke beside me and I swear I almost started crying right then and there because he has a pretty nice voice and accent. "Can I get your name real quick?"
"C-Carson. What's your name?"
"Cameron, it's nice to meet you," He chuckled at the end and I stopped in my tracks. "Uh Carson, we're gonna be-"
"Why are you talking to me, Cameron?" I asked, ignoring Jason and tapping my cane anxiously.
"You forgot your ruler, I just wanted to give it back."
"Oh wow, thanks, dude. That ruler is very important to me."
"Yeah yeah, so uh- sorry I'm just gonna-" Cameron's hand grabbed mine and placed the ruler on the palm of my hand as I curled my fingers around it. His hand still holding mine until I moved it away, I wish I didn't do that because his hand felt nice too. "Sorry if that was weird."
"No no, I don't mind," I smiled, mentally getting ready to scream at myself for acting like a retard. "Oh well, I gotta go but I'll see you around later. Is that okay?"
"O-Oh yeah, no uh- go ahead and thank you for giving me back my r-ruler."
"Heh, anytime, Carson," Cameron answered, walking away leaving me extremely kiddish. I almost dropped my long cane as I searched for Jason, my hands flailing all over the place. "Schlatt? Schlatt, where the fuck are you?"
"I'm right here buddy! You fucking did it, bro! That was amazing," Jason cheered, his arms wrapping around me. He let go shortly, shaking my shoulders excitedly. I never had such a good evening, it's absolutely fucking bonkers. "We really need to go to class, Carson," Schlatt said more worried than before, letting go of my shoulders in the process.
"You go to your own class. I'll get to mine alone, plus they can't say jack shit about a blind kid being late."
"Well, alright. I'll catch ya later, okay?"
"Yep, I'll see you soon," I answered and began making my way to class. Long story short, I'm gonna be thinking about Cameron a lot.
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It's my sixth class right now and I've never been so fucking tired. I wanna go back to sleep, but I'm still thinking about Cameron and the stupid ruler. I hate sitting in the front row, sighing and rubbing my eyes while yawning, getting my materials out for my English class.
"Should I talk to him?" A voice is distant from where I'm at asking, it sounds familiar. "I don't know bro, just go talk to him. Don't be such a pussy, Cam," His friend replies, the voice sounds kind of similar to the other, almost feminine. "Shut up, asshole," He answers and stands up, footsteps coming towards...
me.
"Hey, Carson," Cameron greets, a chair dragging across the wood floor as he sits next to me. His pencil writing on his paper as it grinds against the desk.
"Hello, Cameron. How are you doing so far?" I asked nonchalantly, or at least try too.
"Been okay, I'm tired as fuck though. I hate my next fucking classes, not gonna lie."
"Oh, you have a seventh class? Sucks for you," I snorted, my cheeks in pain from smiling too much.
"Of course, the fucking blind guy only has six classes. What do you do the rest with your free time then?"
"There's this like weird garden at the back of the school that I found one day, it's kind of like my sanctuary, I guess. It's stupid."
"Oh, I think I know the garden you're talking about. Are there any cigar buds underneath the bench?"
"Yeah, a few, I step on them sometimes. Why?"
"Well, those are from me. Sorry if that ruins the whole experience," Cameron laughed for a second, making me lose my mind. "No no, it doesn't ruin it at all. I'm glad we both like that garden."
"Wanna hang out there after this class? I'm down to skip my last class whenever."
"Hm, I don't know. I'm really going to have to think about this. Man, I've never thought this hard before in my life, what should I say?"
"Probably yes."
"Then yes, I would love to hang out there."
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