A/N: Rawr! I'm hella tired atm – its 2:20am! Hehe. Anyways, this took longer than expected, but I finally managed to put aside a little bit of time from uni/college (depends where you're from) to finish off this chapter that has been sitting somewhere on my computer for decades. Sadly, the actual 'shopping' didn't fit this update – but it's coming!

Once again, I pray my writing hasn't gone rusty... probably has though. rolls eyes

Thanks sooooo very much to everyone who left a comment for this fic, and any other one of my fics for that matter!!! I just can't thank you all enough.

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Part 4: The 'Long' Wait...

After the lunch at her brother's cafe, Katie was looking forward to meeting with Jessie again. All along, since she first heard of her, she thought the other girl was this picture-perfect prissy girl, who was too perfect and bordering snobbish, because, truthfully those were exactly the girls Tad used to date back in high school – many of whom Katie had had to bear with for the few months they went out. However, after the two brief encounters with the apparently blonde girl, Katie believes that she could possibly approve of this girlfriend of Tad's... for once.

Having exchanged numbers that lunch, Jessie had agreed to call Katie and arrange for a day of shopping... something the tall girl hasn't done in quite some time now, since her mom does most of her shopping anyways – what with her being a designer and everything.

At times when Katie feels 'religious', which really she isn't, she thinks that other than the fact that god took her vision away, he/she/it at least gave her a designer mom and supportive family to make her slightly disabled life an easier one. Sadly though, being a designer really isn't easy, and Katie knew even though everyone in the family thought she didn't, that her mother kept falling in and out of depression. I guess the saying that you didn't need eyes to see really is quite accurate in that sense.

Anyways, back to the waiting of Jessie's call. It's been two or nearly three days since Katie had last seen... um, met with the other girl, and it wasn't like she was doing it consciously, but Katie had made sure wherever she went, she had to have her phone on her, even if she was at home. She had no idea why, but she felt a surge of excitement every time her phone went off, thinking that it was her new blonde friend/best friend's girlfriend, but eventually noticed she got her hopes up for nothing because it was just another one of her friends, making up another one of their excuses just to see her; as you can imagine now what kind of friends they were.

It's not that she doesn't date, she just doesn't feel like dating – Katie keeps telling everyone who asks. She's waiting for the 'right' person, not one who either likes her for her model-like good looks (so Tad and everyone else tells her – not that she personally believe she could possibly be good looking, from what she last recall of looking at herself), nor one who feels sympathy for her current situation, and definitely not a guy who thinks that she's just going through a phase and would eventually realise that she likes the male gender after dating them. 'Stupid male egos!' the girl would scream in her head every single time that would happen, but she'd keep her composure, remain polite in front of them and the eye of the public... until she's returned home.

Another day of waiting, just sitting in front of the TV, waiting... though she couldn't observe what was happening, she still found it somewhat intriguing to listen to people on TV – it really helps with her imaginations, and even she has her own favourite celebrity... voice that is. As she sat there, listening to some old, kind of bad day-time soap, her phone began to vibrate somewhere beside her on the couch. Patting her hands past the control and under the cushions she found the vibrating and ringing object, flipping it open, she answered, "hello?"

"Hey, um, this is Jessie..." the familiar blonde voice wafted through the receiver.

"Oh, hey Jessie, what's up?" Katie smiled goofily, internally rejoicing that the call she has been waiting for is finally here.

"Nothing much, was you know, just wondering whether you still wanted to take up that offer on shopping with me. I mean if you're busy and everything I understand, it's just my sister Zoe was suppose to go with me today, except she decided that checking up on her boyfriend..."

Katie had to hand it to the other girl, it was sadly amusing to hear her rambling, not to mention strangely charming in the weirdest way possible. "Alright, no problem," she answered cutting the blonde girl off in her ramblings... or so she thought she did.

"...to see if he's cheating was more important than going out with me. So, now I'm like free, and Tad's..."

Katie attempted once again, this time louder, "Jess, I said yes!"

"What?"

"As in I'll go shopping with you."

"Oh."

"You don't sound too satisfied..." Katie laughed,

"What? No, it's just that I thought..." the blonde hesitated for a second, "never mind."

"What, you wouldn't have possibly thought a blind person like me would have something important to do right?" she said jokingly.

"You know you shouldn't say stuff like that?" Jessie said in reply.

"Like what?" Katie questioned curiously.

What surprised her was that the blonde replied in a stern and serious manner, "Things that berate yourself, it's not good for you and could have some bad repercussions."

"You sound like you have experience with this, or is it just because you really want to be a psychologist?"

Chuckling a little, "I guess you can say both," but Jessie stopped there, not really wanting to spill her life history just like that. "Anyways, so, are you free now, because I can come by and pick you up."

"Yeah sure, you have my address right?"

"Uh huh, well then, see you in about 15 to 20 minutes."

"See you!"

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Another 20 minutes or so of crappy soap later the doorbell rang alas. Quickly rolling herself off the couch, consequentially bumping her poor shin into the coffee table. 'Ow crap...' she rubbed at her shin for a second or two before making her way along the walls to the front door. She opened the big wooden door first and just to make sure she's not opening the door to some complete stranger, she asked, "Jessie?"

"Yeah, sorry about the wait, got a little lost on the other street..." the blonde explained in a hurry.

Smiling, she opened the second door, "no no, it's alright, I was just lying about watchin' some crappy day time soap."

"Interesting..."

"Yeah, not really... um, did you wanna come in first? I just need to go grab some stuff," Katie used her thumb to point towards the direction of her room behind her.

"Oh, yea, of course." Jessie stepped through the front door, just far enough so the other girl could close the door.

Gliding her hand on the wall once again, Katie led her guest towards the living room where the television was left buzzing still. "Just take a seat somewhere, make yourself at home, I'll be back in just a minute..."

With that being said, Katie found her way to her bedroom and grabbed the bag she left beside her bedroom door. The same bag she makes her mom pack for her when she knows she's going to go out somewhere the next day – except this time she had it packed since the day she last talked to the blonde sitting outside in her living room.

Walking back into the living room again, "Ready!" Katie called out in a bubbly voice, nearly scaring the crap out of poor Jessie who wasn't expecting her. Unaware of Jessie's slight shock, Katie continued about finding the TV remote on the coffee table before finally turning the TV and that horrid soap off. "Hey Jessie, could you grab my phone for me? It's just left someplace on the couch.

"Yeah, no problem," the blonde replied, her eyes searching for the small device. "Found it," she said once her eyes spotted the little phone tangled in all the cushions.

"Excellent..." Katie stretched her hand out ready to be passed the phone.

What she wasn't expecting though was the soft hands that grazed over her own when the phone was passed. It was only a mere seconds worth, a blink of the eye contact, but she felt something she has never felt before. However, it seemed that she was the only one affected by that brief electrical interaction.

"Katie? You ready to go?" The blonde questioned, her heart a few beats too fast for some uncertain reason.

Jessie's voice sounded much closer to Katie than before, which indicated that Jessie has already stood up.

"Oh yea..." Katie mumbled, a little flustered still, she retracted her hand and slid the phone into her back pocket.

Making their way back out into the hallway, Katie reached for her own set of keys left dangling on the hook placed on the wall near the front door. A little bell on it jingled when she made contact with set of keys, and she knew it was hers as no one else in her family had a bell on theirs.