Christie sat on the seat beside Patrick and almost forgot that she wasn’t ‘allowed’ to sit there but huffed in response to her thoughts. She had thought about him all through the week. No she wasn’t suddenly attracted to him but she was curious how the world looked through blind eyes.
She was being cliché but something about the mystery and suspense of not seeing the world again made her curiosity heighten to a whole new level. She tapped away on her phone to her friend Riley who was a homosexual boy.
Christie: Where r u?
Riley: At a partyyy!
Christie: ur @ a party at 2:00 pm???
Riley: Don’t be such a party-poop :(
Christie: wot else do u expect when imma stuck in therapy?
Riley: R there any cute guys ;3
Christie: *eye roll* there is 1 but not 4 u XP
Riley: :( and dats my cue 2 leave . . . hav fun @ group <3
Christie rolled her eyes at the screen when she felt someone approach the seat beside her. She looked up to find the one and only Isaac sitting beside her. He didn’t even realise she was there until of course Hazel spoke up. To her Hazel was sweet and ‘mature’ and considering Hazel was seventeen and she was as well they got along well.
“Hey Christie,” he said settling down and Christie got up to help her put the oxygen tank down after Hazel made Isaac sit.
“Hey there,” she replied when Hazel sat with a ‘thanks’ and she put the tank carefully beside her after retrieving it from Isaac who grumbled.
“This seat is taken,” Isaac reminded her not hiding his irritation.
“Well . . . where is the person who owns this seat temporarily? Right in front of you A.K.A me.” Christie answered for herself before sitting but Isaac had other ideas.
“A.K.A He is dead and not coming back but this seat is taken,” Isaac snapped and Hazel sucked in a deep breath remembering Augustus. Isaac waited for Christie to say something snarky back but he was in for another shock.
“I’m sorry but you can’t live in the past any longer,” Christie mumbled, “but if you still want—”
“Are you bipolar?” Isaac blurted out and didn’t see how Christie’s eyes widened in confusion. Hazel stifled a laugh as Patrick entered the heart of Jesus joining the circle of tragedy.
“No!” Christie answered quickly.
“Then? Why are you so sarcastic at one point and the next you are all sorry and all that sap?” Isaac asked. Christie puffed air in her right cheek and squinted her eyes thinking about her actions around Isaac.
“It’s your fault,” Christie decided.
“My Fault?” Isaac asked with his eyes widened.
“Of course,” Christie replied casually, “You are the cause of my reactions when I’m around you.”
“What?” Isaac thought out loud thinking she was crazy.
“Uh-huh,” Christie said warily looking at Patrick as he settled his back next to him, “First, you are sarcastic and sound like you are joking but then your answers turn out to be more reasonable then mine.”
“You’re seriously admitting defeat to me so soon,” Isaac asked bewildered and was afraid he looked like a ‘blind fool’.
“As long as they are true,” Christie replied and Isaac could almost hear the smile in her voice.
“Of course,” Isaac scoffed ready to say something sarcastic but then Patrick decided to start the session, “We are not done with this.”
“Of course we aren’t” she replies with a smile.