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Scott was sitting in his room after he had come back home from school. He didn’t go to a normal school, because he wouldn’t be able to follow the lessons there and the teachers wouldn’t have to go out of there way with threating him in a special way.
The teachers at the school he did go to all were qualified to work with kids with special needs.
There weren’t only blind kids there, but kids with all kind of handicaps, small or big.
Scott liked it there, but sometimes he missed his old school. He missed being more free.
No, Scott hadn’t been blind at birth.
When he was 13, Scott got ill and it affected his sight, until the point that he was completely blind.
The doctors stood for a mistery, but the end result was clear. There was nothing they could do to get his eyesight back, although the disease was cured.
It was a hard pill to swallow down, for Scott and the people around him, but he got through it and accepted his faith.
He would never see again.
He was trying to do his homework, reading from his paper with Braille and typing into his special talking tablet, when his iphone rang.
‘Titanium’. Allison’s ringtone.
All of his friends had another ringtone, which they picked themselves.
Scott mostly found them very fitting.
He located it remarkably quick, his hearing being remarkably better –along with his other senses- now that he couldn’t see anymore; and being used to it by now, he quickly picked it up.
He knew how worried Allison could get if he didn’t answer his phone.
“Hey Allison.”
“Hi, Scott. How are you?”
Always the same greeting. He, almost, always gave the same answer as well.
“I’m doing fine. You?”
“I’m good. So…” uh-oh…Here it comes, Scott thought to himself. “I’ve heard from Stiles that you’ve met someone on the bus.”
Scott rolled his eyes, “You’re making it sound like I’ve met my boyfriend or something. And like it’s a bad thing. Yes, I talked to someone on the bus, because for once someone wasn’t afraid to sit down next to a blind kid and he actually answered when I asked him if he could tell me when we were at the train station.”
Ok, so maybe Scott had snapped a bit harder than he wanted to, but felt extremely annoyed that his friends always talked behind his back like this.
He knew they were just worried about him, but sometimes it felt like they were choking him and he needed more air to breathe more freely.
The silence on the other end of the line spoke volumes. Scott sighed.
“I’m sorry.”
“N-no,” Allison’s voice was a little shaky. “I-it’s ok. I understand the outburst. I’m sorry too.”
“I just-“ Scott let out a frustrated sound,”I want to talk with people outside school, you know. People that aren’t you guys or my mom or Dr. Deaton.”
“I know,” Allison answered softly, “But we’re worried about you.”
“All I did was talk, Allison.” Scott’s voice had softened as well. “I’m blind. Not mute.”
“We seem to forget that sometimes, don’t we?” Allison let out a small laugh and Scott joined her.
“Yeah, you do.” He answered and was sure she was smiling now, it made him feel better. “Seriously, though. It wasn’t a big deal. I’ll probably never see the guy again, or…you know what I mean.”
“You never know. Did he sound like a hottie? Because Stiles told me he doesn’t look at guys that way. We obviously know better, don’t we?”
Scott let out a chuckle. Yeah, he was almost certain his best friend had to at least be bisexual.
Scott was bisexual and always came out for it. Stiles still hadn’t. At least not with so many words.
“Yeah.” He answered when his chuckle had subsided. “He did sound like a hottie. And you know that my hearing is pretty damn good.”
Allison let out a squeal and Scott laughed.
Everything was alright between the two friends again
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“So, let me get this straight…” Cora Hale asked her brother, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “You actually talked to a blind kid and then helped him off of the bus?”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Well, I didn’t do much on the talking part,” he scowled at her when his younger sister snorted. “But I did help him off the bus because he was limping a little.”
“What were you even doing on a bus?”
“The Camaro broke down this morning. It was the bus or paying for a cab. Bus costs less, so I took the bus.”
“So, you’re gonna have to take the bus for a while now?” she absolutely sounded way too smug and amused to Derek’s liking.
“I surely hope not.” He answered firmly, “Peter said he knew someone who could have a look at the car. I hope he can fix it.”
“And you trust uncle Peter?”
Derek shrugged, “It’s not like he himself is gonna put his hands on my car. He knows I’ll kill him if he does.”
Cora smiled. Oh, her family –ot what was left of them-… How she loved them.
“I think it’s cute.”
Derek scoffed. “What? That I took the bus or that I helped some blind kid?”
“Both,” Cora replied, quickly moving away when Derek tried to ruffle her hair. “But especially that you helped the blind boy.”
Derek grunted, already suspecting her answer. “I couldn’t stand the way people looked at him.”
The Hale family was used to people watching them. Judging them. Without really knowing the truth.
Derek had always suffered the most from it, that’s why he hated judgmental people.
“You did good, big brother.”
The pride was obvious in his sister’s voice and Derek smiled.
“Thanks.”