I always wish to have a glimpse of the whole world around you. I want to take a look of the things which makes this world special. I eagerly want to know how those things around me look like – I want to learn their every color, shape, size and texture – I want to hold those things on the top of my palms.

I also dream of meeting new faces and roam to places which I haven't been before. As a matter of fact, I always get excited whenever I hear names of places or countries which I usually hear from people around me. I never ceased asking them questions, like, "Where could I find that place?", "Is that place beautiful?", or "What does that place look like?". I'm quite enthusiastic to learn about these things; doing the best that I could to somehow, cope up with one thing which hinders from noticing these things.

My parents were confident that I'll be brought up to this world as a healthy baby. My mother really took good care of me, ever since when I was still within her. She often told me stories of how did she whisper those endearing words to me when I was inside her womb; telling me how she dearly loves me. My father, though spending most of the time at work, saving for our future, never forgot to spend time with me and your mother.

When I was born, they thought that I was completely in good physical shape at first. However, as times went by, when I reached four, they noticed something peculiar at me. Feeling uneasy at this bizarre occurrence, they took me to the doctor. It was then that the truth came out. Ever since the day when I was born, I already had a disability.

Despite of the bitter truth, my parents loved me more. They never stopped caring for me. They gave all their attention and concern for me, now they knew that I am blind. They never treated me unkindly. Instead, they raised me to become a strong person at all times. They knew how hard life will be for me once I begin to live on my own when I grow up.

Years went by. My father died because of a terminal illness, and my late mother passed away due to a car accident. I was left now, living alone in our house is the only thing that my parents left for me.

Though their deaths brought me misery and loneliness, I still moved on, starting my life over again. Currently, I am studying in an exclusive school for the handicapped and the blind in the city. My teachers are aware of my abilites and talents. My classmates can't stop praising me every time I get awards for my achievements. Spending my school life at this special school were one of the happiest days of my life, aside from my past life with my late parents.

I never thought that a day will entirely change my life instantly.

You are on your way to school, with a girl scout, helping you arrive there safe and sound, when you heard someone calling your name.

"Ms. (Last Name)!"

It was your Braille teacher, Mrs. Potter. She is one of your favorite teachers, because of her cheerful, kind personality. She could be a strict instructor when in class; she is the happy-go-lucky Mrs. Potter when outside the class.

You felt her presence getting closer, as she patted your right shoulder.

"Yes, Mrs. Potter? What can I do for you?" you said, smiling.

"Well, I have to say that you did a wonderful job yesterday in our reading class. You are really amazing, (First Name)." Mrs. Potter said, followed by a light chuckle.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Potter. It's just that, I'm really eager to learn many things." you told her softly.

You felt her hands touching your hair lightly.

"You know what? I will never doubt that you will find a worthy man for you one day…if you know what I mean…hahahahaha!" your instructor said, hearing that the tone of her voice has raised a bit, sensing that she is excited.

"B-But…Mrs. Potter, I-I…" you uttered shyly, when you heard Mrs. Potter laughed.

"Nah, I'm just kidding, my dear. But…what do you know?" Mrs. Potter said towards you.

In a while, Mrs. Potter led you to your class. "So, I'll see you around after lunch. Be good."

"Yes, Mrs. Potter. I will." you said happily as you went inside your classroom.

You could hear your classmates talking out loud, chatting random things and the like. You also heard those soft chimes of bells. Man, some of your classmates are playing the bells again, you thought.

It took you a short while to find your seat, until you heard the soft thud from the door, signaling you that your teacher's already in the classroom. As you felt that everybody's silent, you heard your speech instructor's voice, making an announcement in front of the entire class.

"Class, we have visitors this morning. These boys and girls here are high school students, and they're having their educational tour. Dears, you can come in now."

You stood up, as you sensed your classmates standing up as well, to greet your visitors for today. Deep inside, you are excited to meet these high school students. Amazed, you realized that they are probably having the same age as you. You wonder how do they look like.

Actually, you never knew your parents' faces because of your blindness; nonetheless, they elaborately explained to you how do they exactly looked like. Starting from their skin and hair color, the color of their eyes, their height and body built, and how their voices sounded like. They all described themselves to you, until you finally registered their faces in your head. Before your parents died, you already made sculptures of their faces, thinking that these will be your parents' album in behalf of their memory.

You have this hobby of sculpting people's faces. You imagine how they look like based on the descriptions that they gave. Afterwards, you'll start making clay sculptures of their faces. Much to your surprise, they are very amazed at this unique skill of yours. They praised you for making the EXACT replicas of their faces.

Hence, you finally had an idea, so that you'll be able to know those people well.

You heard their youthful voices uttering in pure amazement as they incessantly praised you for making them clay face sculptures. And so, those high school students started to struggle simultaneously, asking for your name in chorus.

You could feel your hands covered in clay; a warm smile creeping on your face. You tried to hush the crowd, as you felt their hands touching your shoulders in a friendly manner. The more they keep on asking, the more you are being forced to answer them as best as you can.

After a tiring, long day making sculptures for your visitors, you heard a loud honk from the outside.

"Students, it's time to go now. Our educational tour isn't over yet." a woman's voice called.

However, you felt that you are being surrounded by your "guests". Now these high school students are asking you for an interview.

You kept on answering their questions, hiding a tired look on your face with your smile.

As the bus honk keeps on beeping, you heard those footsteps running in a hurry. Relieved, you sighed.

"Whoa...what a day!" you said softly as you stood up and took your school bag. As you walked along the hallway, you accidentally tripped on the floor. You lost your balance. Your bag fell; those thud sounds were telling you that you dropped your things. And so, you searched for them thoroughly. You keep your hands touching the floor, trying to "get contact" with your things.

It was then that fast footsteps were approaching. Thinking that it must be your teacher, you stood up and faced that person with a staggered face.

"M-Ma'am?" you said.

In a few seconds, that person standing in front of you started talking.

"Hey, do you need help, dude?" a masculine voice said to you.

You let out a confused look, thinking that it wasn't your teacher after all. It was a young man, talking to you. You thought that he's one of those high school students.

"Uhmm...no, I'm alright." you simply said, until that young man spoke to you again.

"Let me help you with this, OK?" he said as you sensed him picking up your things on the floor, and then, handing your school bag to you.

With a smile, you thanked him.

"Thanks for the help."

"Don't mention it, (Name)." he replied happily.

You got astounded, realizing that this man knows your name.

"H-How did you..."

"I watched you doing all that clay face sculpture thingys to my classmates. They were really amazed at what you did. They thought that you were awesome, y'all. I almost got deaf because they kept on shouting your name, requesting you to make them some more of those things."

"Oh..." you uttered.

He took a hold of your hand and shaked it.

"My name's Alfred F. Jones. I'm sorry if my classmates caused you trouble."

"It's alright. By the way, I'm (Full Name)...nice to meet you, Alfred." you said as you shake Alfred's hand too.

"Nice to meet you, too, (Name)!" Alfred blurted.

And so, Alfred led you out of the school building, and walked with him on the way home. You could hear busy noises, telling you that you're already on the streets. You felt Alfred's hand, holding yours, as he guided you on your way.

"Would you mind if I'll ask you something?" you told him.

"Sure, go ahead." he said as he lightly laughed.

That laugh made your heart skipped a few beats. You could sense that his laugh is...heart-warming...you can't avoid smiling as well as you walked with him along the way.

"Would you mind if...I'll touch you for a moment?" you asked him.

You heard a gasp from him, but then he replied to you straightly.

"O-OK." he said.

As the two of you stopped walking, you began touching him. First, you touch his cheeks. As you lightly brushed your fingers through his hair, you unintentionally took a hold of his glasses.

"Oh, you're wearing glasses, huh?"

"Yep. My eyes are kinda' blurry, so I badly need wearing this."

You simply nodded and continued touching him. You touched the collar of his polo shirt, until you felt that lace around his neck. You knew that he's wearing an ID, so there's no doubt that he's one of the high school students whom you're with a while ago.

"OK...now I want you to tell me what is your eye, hair and skin color..." you told him.

A;fred chuckled. "Seems like you're interrogatin' me or something!"

You laughed too. "Let's just say that...I am somehow interrogating you. Now, tell me."

You waited for him to respond.

"OK, so my eye color is blue; I am a blonde; and...yeah, I have white skin." Alfred said with a cheerful voice.

You nodded smilingly.

"Ah...how tall are you?"

"About 177 cm...I think."

"Whoa...you're quite tall for a high school student."

"Actually, I was supposed to be in college. But...I came back as a repeater in high school. It's a long story, dude. It'll took me all day to tell everything to you."

You laughed.

"Interesting."

Alfred laughed timidly.

"So...are you done interrogating me?"

You chuckled and thought for a while.

"N-Not yet..." you replied.

Lastly, you let your forefinger touch his well-pointed nose. You suddenly heard his voice seemed shocked of what you did. It was then that you touched his lips; slowly letting your fingers glide onto it gently in a careful manner.

"H-Hold on for a moment!" he blurted with a sense of anxiety in his voice, holding your wrist.

"Don't worry. I'm doing this so I can take a picture of you in my mind." you said, wearing a grin on your face.

"Well...it's kinda' embarrassing." Alfred simply whispered as he let go of you and continued walking.

You could feel the excitement rushing in your veins as you walked with him on the way home. Actually...you never felt this excited before, now that you possibly going to have another friend. As you tried to open your mouth, he swiftly did the job for you. He spoke first.

"How could you sculp people's faces like that? I mean...you CAN sculp their faces exactly the way they look like! You totally rock for that, (Name)!"

"It's a matter of time and practice, I guess." you answered.

You took a deep breath, gaining the courage to talk with your new-found friend, hopefully.

"Sculpting people's faces with clay is my only way of 'describing' them, whether if I actually know them or not, based on their facial features. I asked you about your eye and skin color, right? I even asked you how tall you are, and I kept on touching your face like that just now. I asked those things, so I could imagine how you look like." you explained.

"You need to have a wide imagination for that." Alfred said.

You chuckled. "Yeah, seems like that."

"But, you're really amazing. I wish I could do that too. But...the most amazing part of that is...you can't see."

After hearing those words, you let out a deep sigh.

"W-Wait...did I said something wrong?" he asked you worried.

You smiled.

"No, you didn't. It's just that...sometimes...I-I feel jealous for people like you who can see."

Alfred went silent.

A light chuckle escaped from your lips.

"I never blamed God for creating me like this. I will never, ever do that to Him anyway. The thing which troubles me at times, is that, I couldn't stop wishing to myself; I keep on wishing that I want to see like normal people do. I really want to see things surrounding me. I even want to hold them closely while staring at them for a long time. Still, all I could now is to use my remaining senses to know them. Without my sight, I have to use my senses to 'see' them."

After a while, you felt Alfred's hands, slightly raising yours and then holds them firmly. You could feel the warmth of his palms, his fingers tangled with yours.

"Well, in this case, I'll help you to see everything you want to see...as you wish!" Alfred said to you with happiness.

You obviously and unexpectedly felt that determined tone in his voice; sensing that he's ready to do it for you. Shocked, you couldn't help but to wonder why did Alfred just said that. You thought that he must have felt pity on you. And so, with your head bowed down, you whispered

"Y-You don't have to do that for me. I don't ask you to do that in the first place." you flustered, until he laughed.

"Hey, I'm serious. I want to help you. Don't think that I feel pity for you, because you're blind." he told you, this time, his voice sounded stern.

You felt more confused about this, as you heard him taking a few breaths and continued talking to you.

"After all, what are best friends for, right? From this day on, THIS HERO WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND. And I'll do everything for you. Bear that in mind, OK?" Alfred said.

You nodded as you heard your now new best friend exclaimed a long, loud "SWEET!" and suddenly hugged you.

You knew that you're already blushing. And so, you let out a gasp, trying to drive away this sudden emotion engulfing inside your chest.

Alfred laughed at you. You sensed that he's now seeing you blushing like cherries.

"Hey, don't get so shocked, (Name). I'm your best friend, after all, so I can hug you like that, right? Hahahahaha!" he uttered delightedly.

All you did that time is to agree with him.

That night, you can't stop thinking of what happened throughout the day. Now that you have Alfred F. Jones, as your bestfriend, you can't help but to think of something to do for tonight.

"I'll make one of it now." you told to yourself, while handling that earthy-colored clay in your hands.

A/N: This is my first America x Reader insert! YAHOO!

Hmmm...I was thinking about the concept of this story since yesterday. I'm currently taking care of the next chapter. I even have my draft of it in my notebook. I hope and pray that this plot line will work. I also plan to make this as a three-part fan fiction, so this will be quick...unless if I have school work to do. Hehehehe! :)

So...enjoy reading. READ, RATE, and REVIEW! :) :) :)