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Chapter 3

SPOV

"Spencer!"

She started violently, having not heard anyone enter her room. She carefully put down her Braille text book at the end of her bed and pulled herself to a sitting position. "Em? What's up?"

Emily's hands found her arms and pulled her to her feet. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but I wanted to warn you that Melissa's here."

She hesitated, wanting to choose the least offensive words possible. "Why?" She settled on simple.

"Apparently she wanted to bring home her new boyfriend, but he looks super creepy. He's all greasy hair and creepy smiles." Emily's hand slid down her arm and took her hand. "Do you want to come downstairs before the she devil comes up to get you?"

She nodded. Going downstairs to socialize was literally the last thing she wanted to do, but her mom had always babied Melissa. She would make sure that Spencer was there to figuratively kiss Melissa's face the entire time she was there. "How is she acting, Em?"

"Melissa? I only saw her for a second, but she was being her typical condescending, kiss ass self," she said softly as she helped Spencer down the stairs.

A lot of the time Spencer hated letting people help her, but she never had an issue when it was Emily; probably because Emily never acted like it was a burden to help her. "Great," she muttered. "Can you do me a favor and text Toby? I told him I'd help him with his History paper, but we better push it back an hour. You know how much he likes Melissa."

She laughed, obviously remembering the same thing Spencer was."Remember that time he dumped a bowl full of pasta on her for being rude to you?"

Apparently she wasn't. "I was actually thinking about the time he put a worm in her sandwich."

She felt Emily vibrating with laughter. "Did Melissa ever find out about that?"

"Did Melissa ever find out about what?"

She tensed. She loved her sister, she really did. But it was a love that was best experienced from a far. She knew that Melissa loved her too, but she had always suspected that her sister resented her for the accident that took her vision and their father's life. Maybe she blamed her, maybe she didn't like the attention that Spencer always got... either way, things were never the same between the girls after that day.

But she would play nice. She smiled in the direction of Melissa's voice. "About the care package we were planning on sending you for your birthday," she lied smoothly.

"Oh," Melissa paused, finding no fault to nit pick in Spencer's reply. "Emily, Spencer, this is my boyfriend Ian."

Emily shifted to presumably take Ian's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Emily was right. She couldn't see what he looked like, but he definitely sounded slick and creepy.

She jumped slightly as Ian's larger hand took hers. "Nice to meet you, Spencer."

Wasn't there etiquette for dealing with blind people? Shouldn't it be common sense not to touch someone who couldn't see you? "You too," she smiled tightly. "Is dinner ready?" She questioned, ready to get the awkward family time over with.

"Dinner is ready!" Her Aunt Pam yelled from the kitchen. "Get in here or go hungry."

Emily helped her to her chair. She didn't really need her help, and had it been anyone but Emily she probably would have told her so. But Emily was so patient with her, she could help her if she wanted to. It made things easier anyway. Soft fur brushed against her legs as soon as she sat down. "Get back, Tyrion," she murmured, her fingers scratching behind his ears. It was probably sending him mixed singles, but it didn't matter. She loved her stupid dog, despite her original feelings for him.

"You're spoiling him, Spencer. How's he going to take care of you if he's expecting you to take care of him?" Melissa's voice was caring, but her words were stupid. Tyrion was a dog, of course he needed her to take care of him.

"He does his job just fine, Melissa," she kept her voice as friendly as she could, but she was sure some of her frustration seeped through.

"Spence, Toby wants to know what time he should come over?" Emily asked her softly. The quiet, insecure way that Emily acted around Melissa only gave Spencer more ammunition for her dislike. She didn't know what Melissa had said to her, but she knew that she had to have said something to get her to change her demeanor like that.

She opened her mouth to respond, but Melissa beat her to it. "You still hang out with that loser? He's probably out popping the heads off of squirrels."

"Don't talk about him like that," she snapped. Toby was more than capable of defending himself, but she wouldn't let someone talk badly about him. Especially when he wasn't around to defend himself. "You know what? I'm not that hungry."

"Spencer, stop being so dramatic," her mother sighed wearily.

She loved her mom, she did. But she had always babied Melissa, and she was tired of it. She carefully scooted back and walked up the stairs and to her room, shutting her door behind her after she felt Tyrion slip in. She sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress shift as Tyrion jumped up next to her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, bunching her hand up in his soft fur.

Maybe she overreacted, but she couldn't bring herself to feel badly about it. No one would talk about Toby like that, not after everything he had done for her.

"Come on!" She giggled, taking his hand. "Let's go in the water!"

Toby's hand tightened around hers, leading her in the right direction. "Are you sure? I bet it's cold!"

"Be careful, kids!" Her mother shouted from somewhere behind them, but she wasn't listening. Melissa and her mom could sit like boring people on the beach. She was going to play with her best friend.

"Yeah! How big are the waves?" She frowned slightly, wishing she could see them. They hadn't been back here since last year, and she could see then. "Is the sky blue? Are there birds?" It was frustrating, not being able to see. She just wanted to know what was going on. And maybe she wanted to know what Toby looked like. It was stupid that she wouldn't even recognize her best friend ever.

He tugged on her hand, sitting on the hot sand. "If you stretch your legs out a little tiny bit your toes will be in the water," he explained, not letting go of her. "The sky is really, really blue. Kind of like the crayon. And I don't see a whole lot of birds, but that's good. If we're going to get french fries later they won't steal them. And the waves are really big! Like as tall as you!"

She was going to tell him that they should go into the ocean, but she was distracted by a tickling on her foot. She shrieked and kicked out. "Get it off, get it off!"

He laughed and shifted slightly next to her. "It's just a hermit crab, Spencer."

"Oh," she muttered, lifting her face up toward the warm sun. "Toby?"

"What?"

She paused. "What do you look like?"

"Like any other boy," he replied promptly. "I'm boring."

"No way," she scoffed, scuffing her toes into the ground. "That's not even possible. What color are your eyes?"

"Really really blue," he repeated his earlier words with a laugh. "Kind of like the crayon."

"I wish I could see them," she said sadly.

He nudged her with his shoulder. "Well, whenever you want to know what something looks like you ask me. I'll be like your own eyeballs."

She jumped, torn from her memories as her bedroom door creaked open. "Hello?" When no one answered she pushed her glasses back down on her eyes. Tyrion flopped his head down on her lap like he always did when there was someone unfamiliar around. He wasn't an aggressive dog by nature, but she was pretty sure he'd rip someone's arm off if they tried to hurt her.

The floorboard by her bed squeaked, more prominently displaying someone's presence than the door squeaking open. "Who's there?" She demanded, kind of annoyed.

"It's Ian," the unfamiliar masculine voice explained. "You left upset, and I wanted to make sure that you were okay."

She didn't know whether to be creeped out or touched that someone cared enough to come after her. "Oh, well I'm fine. But thanks."

"I'm sorry about Melissa. She can be a bit insensitive," he said softly.

She smiled. Maybe she liked this guy. "Trust me, I'm well versed in the art of dealing with my sister. Where did-"

But anything else she might have said was cut off by the intrusion of his chapped lips against hers. His tongue ran against her bottom lip, looking for an entrance. She sat, frozen for a second before twisting and pushing both of her hands against his chest. The vibrations from Tyrion's growls traveled through her legs, and she felt him move. Ian let out a yelp and pulled away from her. "Fucking dog!"

She scooted back until she bumped into the wall, sure that she looked more panicked than the situation warranted. But she didn't care. That shouldn't have just happened.

"What the hell's going on in here?"