The idea of the beach was making Isaac nervous. Insects and crabs crawling around the sand floor just made his body itch with discomfort.
But Christie insisted that they go and so they did. She was a whiny little five year old when she wanted to be and that made Isaac a little irritated but also made him smile a little.
He didn't know what is was that made him agree to go, Christie's constant whining or the feeling of feeling normal enough to go to the beach.
"Isaac don't just stand there," Christie said tugging at his hand which held hers for support but he distinctly felt nice holding her hand. He realized he was warming up to her. "Come one."
She let go of his hand and he felt a little upset suddenly but then her hands came around his waist and her other hand took a hold of his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Isaac asked confused.
"We are at the stairs so I just thought you would fall or something?" Christie answered unsure and then tugged him forward, "Three steps," she warned and they descended and he could walk down stairs just fine but this situation was so funny that he held his laughter but on the second step he started laughing.
"What?" Christie asked confused.
"I'v been blind for a year, I don't need help to walk down the stairs." Isaac said smiling.
"Well," Christie huffed, "Okay but..."
"I don't want to go to the beach," Isaac announced.
"Why not?" Christie asked amused. This guy here was making her wonder strange things and it made her really curious, drawing her to him.
"I might fall, there are crabs, what if they crawl upon me?" Isaac gave excuses, "What if I walk into the sea and drown?"
"You are just being dramatic, lets go," Christie said.
"Then I'll drag you there," Christie threatened playfully.
"You wouldn't dare," Isaac said but somehow he knew he was wrong.
"Watch me," he said with a grin evident in her voice.
"I can't," Isaac teased, "I am sorry."
She laughed and he loved the sound as they sat on the sand, despite Isaac's protests. Christie asked him a lot of questions and that covered up the awkward silence.
Christie however wasn't feeling it at all and asked him if they could hang out some more. Isaac said, "I'll think about it," which both of them knew meant 'no'.
However, Christie wasn't letting him go that easily. She had a plan set in her mind. She knew Isaac didn't like her very much but she was going to change that... soon.
She didn't want to get involved in his things. Not because he was blind but because she had a problem of her own and she begged Patrick not to tell anyone.
He had kept her secret about why she actually had to go to group. She just wanted to hear other people talking about there problems.
Unlike the rest, she wanted to be at group. She was a very positive person and she thought she could just hear others without drawing attention.
She hadn't drawn any attention but someone drew her attention. When she had first seen Isaac, she just let him pass as being cute and didn't want nothing.
However, when he asked Patrick to ask her, she was irritated but amused and when she saw his reaction, she immediately knew he liked her a little.
She still didn't want to get involved but something kept making her curious and one thing led to another until she realized that she was crushing on him.
The next day she drove around to Isaac's place and was greeted by his mum. His mum said that he was still asleep and offered to wake him up but Christie told him she had wake him up herself.
She went up to his room and knocked but realized he was probably asleep so he wouldn't hear. She creaked open the door and saw him... in his boxers.
She squealed loudly covering her eyes and making him jolt awake. She started laughing rather loudly at his expense and he just looked confused.
"Mom?" he asked with an adorably confused expression on his face as he sat on his bed sleepily with his brows furrowed.
"Do I ssound like your mum?" Christie asked cheekily and his expression grew even more confused as she neared him.
"Hazel?" he asked with his sleepy voice that she found awfully adorable. She couldn't help it as she sat next to him and kissed his cheeks making him go stiff.
"Guess again..." she said coyly making his breathe hitch.
"Monica?" he asked with an emotionless voice. She hit him at the back of his head, half out of rage, and half to make him remember.
"No, silly! It's meeeeeee! Christieeeeee!" she chanted and he yelped loudly backing away from her trying to put space between them but she scooted closer.
"Am I that bothersome?" she teased.
"More then bothersome," he said.
"Ew, brush your teeth, your breath stinks," she laughed and he groaned in annoyance. He really was irritated with her. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?
"I... can you call my mom?" he said flushing a little which Christie found odd.
"What? Are you gonna tell on me?" she joked.
"No, I--uh need help," his cheeks turned a cute shade of red. She found everything about him cute.
"I could help," she flirted deeply. His face grew a tomato red and he spluttered making her laugh.
"I--uh... um, what?" he stuttered and she grabbed his bare arm and stood up walking towards what she thought was his bath room.
"Come on, what are friends for?" Christie said dragging him inside and she saw a stool. She dragged it near the sink and made him sit on it.
"What are you doing?" he asked as she held the only tooth brush in her view in her hand. She applied tooth paste and put it against his lips.
"Brushing your teeth?" she asked confused making him laugh.
"I can brush my teeth, you weirdo," he said laughing even more. She scowled and realized he couldn't see, so she made a plan.
She put the tooth brush upside down in his hand and he started putting the end to his teeth. She laughed and he scowled.
"You are the worst," he said and fixed the position and started brushing and Christie watched as he cleaned his mouth wiping of the tooth paste and washing his mouth repeatedly before standing up.
"Need help?" she asked grabbing his arm again as he reached around for the door. They opened it at the same time and both flushed a little when there hands touched and they didn't know why.
"Isaac?" A voice said and Christie snapped her eyes to the door way and her gaze connected with Isaac's mother. His mother stood at the door way gawking at them with Isaac half naked and both of them blushing.
"This is not what it looks like," they both said at the same time and Christie and his mother laughed and she looked up at his burning cheeks. God, I am really falling for him, aren't I? she thought.