David felt the soft breeze and warm sun on his face and he smiled. He liked it when was still a nice day after leaving class especially after being in a stuffy building all day.
After saying bye to a few friends he heard Mickey's voice calling him. "Hey, David!"
Mickey was still a senior in high school but they had a lot in common and David considered him one of his best friends. But sometimes he could be overly helpful especially when it came to him being blind.
With Mickey's help David found his car. "Hi, Mickey." He smiled. "Hi, boss, sorry I'm late. Martha had cheer-leading practice and I had to drop her off." Mickey explained.
David nodded. "No, problem it gave me a chance to practice my guitar a little."
He didn't want to tell him about Rose. The last thing he needed was to be questioned about it besides she didn't seem interested in him in that way, anyway.
Despite not really needing it, Mickey helped him put his case and backpack in the backseat then got into the car.
Once inside they headed to David's apartment. "So anything new?" Mickey asked glancing at him as he drove. He shrugged playing with the radio knobs. "No, not really."
"Martha, tells me you're giving music lessons." He said. David nodded. "Yeah, I need some extra income not too many places want to hire a blind guy." He scoffed.
"I don't know how you do it." Mickey said. David tilted his head at him. "What?" He casually shrugged. "Teaching when you can't…" His sentence trailed.
"See?" David finished sitting up in his seat. "I, uh-" Mickey stammered. David sighed exasperated. He really didn't mind being blind he just got tired of being reminded of it constantly."I'm perfectly capable of teaching people things, thank you."
He started playing with his dark red guitar pick, a habit since he was kid usually when he was bothered by something. It was always a nice distraction.
Mickey lowered his eyes embarrassed wishing he had chosen his words, better. He rolled down the windows and looked at him. "What cha' thinking, boss?"
David scoffed. "That I'm tired of people doubting my capabilities just because I can't see." He said after a minute of uncomfortable silence. He shook his head. "I have been blind my whole life but so what? It certainly doesn't define who I am."
"I know, I just meant-" He started to say.
"I know what you meant," David interjected. "It's the same the thing everybody means. Everybody is surprised I can do the same normal things by myself that everyone else does." David leaned his head back letting the breeze soothe him. "I swear you lot freak out even when I brush my teeth by myself."
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend you." Mickey insisted. David suddenly felt bad for snapping at him. He meant well. He rubbed his forehead. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten upset." Mickey sighed. "No, you're my friend and I try too hard to be careful with what I say and it always comes out wrong."
He nodded. "Exactly you're my friend which is why you don't have to act so nervous just because I'm blind and look nobody's perfect. And I know you guys mean well."
Just then Mickey grunted nervously. "Um, I'm glad you feel that way because well,"
David didn't like that tone. "What is it?" "Martha has a friend she wants you to meet. Her name is Sherry." He replied. David groaned. "Mickey would you please tell your girlfriend to stop playing matchmaker for me?"
"Look it wasn't just Martha." Mickey replied defensively.
David nodded. "Yeah, it was also Amy, Rory, Jack, and probably my entire family!" He remarked throwing his hands up frustrated. David could never understand it for whatever reason everyone seemed to believe they knew what kind of girl he should be with.
He rolled his eyes. "Could you please give her a chance? You might like her. Martha's says she's your type." Mickey cringed immediately regretting his words.
David sighed. "My type meaning she's blind, right?" Mickey didn't answer but that was enough for David. He sat silent in the car on the rest of the way home dreading another disastrous date with another girl he had nothing in common with except a shared disability.
