Darry Meets A Blind Girl

ok i think my Darry meets a blind girl may have been deleted so Im reposting ….

For the most part this is going to be written from Darry’s P.O.V, if it changes I’ll let you know.

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I pulled up in front of the house that I was told to go to. It was small, probably about the same size or close to the house that my brothers and I lived in. I had come out because the lady that called and asked for someone to cou out and check the condition of the roof and give an estimate if it needed to be redone. The guy that normally did this stuff was sick, so they asked me to do it.

I walked up to the door and knocked. Soon the door was opening to reveal a girl about my age.

“Hello.” she said. 

It took me a second to respond because I was amazed by the colure of her eyes. They were the most beautiful I had ever seen… but the strange thing was they were wondering…like she couldn’t see me and was searching for the person who had knocked.

“Hello? Who’s there?” she asked.

“Oh,um, hi. Um I’m Darry Curtis. I’m here about your roof.” I so brilliantly said.

“Well hello Mr. Curtis. I’m Miss. Jenna Johnson. I’ve been waiting for you to come. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why didn’t you answer me when I first answered the door?”

“Oh, sorry, I was just surprised. Most people who call for their roof to be redone are … older, with steady jobs. You look like you’re still in collage.”

“I can assure you Mr. Curtis That I have enough money to pay you. As for my age, yes, I should be in collage, but I have to support my younger brother. I stayed home from collage to take care of him. Now, about the roof, did you bring your own ladder, or did you need to use mine?”

I blinked hard, but responded with, “No, Miss, I brought my own.”

“Alright, you can check out the roof. I’ll leave the door open. When you are done come inside and call for me. Then we can discuss the rest.”

“Sure thing, Miss”

I turned and got my ladder to inspect her roof.

After I had finished, I did as she told me and went and stood in the doorway and called out, “Hey, Miss. Johnson, I’ve finished looking at your roof!”

“I’m in the kitchen! came her response from a room down the hall a little and to the right. I walked down the hall to see her sitting at a table with her hands folded in front of her. On the table  there was some lemonade and some cookies. “I know that this isn’t much, but there is no reason that I shouldn’t offer you something to drink and eat, since it is pretty hot out.”

“Um, thank you, Miss.” I said as I walked over and sat down in front of her. I took a cookie and poured myself some lemonade. To be honest, I was pretty thirsty. After I took a gulp, I cleared my throat. “Thank you Miss. Most people aren’t as considerate.” I said with a small smile.

“You are very welcome. Now, my roof. What do you think?” Her eyes looked in my direction, but would not look at me directly in the eye.

“Well, it does need to be redone.” I continued to explain what would be done and how much it would cost. When I had finished, I asked, “would you like some guys to come out and deal with it?”

“Well, I suppose it needs to be done, so yes, if you could send some guys out.” She said with a sigh.

“Alright, they’ll be out in a week. My coming out to check out the roof will be included in the final bill, so no need to worry about it till the guys are done.” I stood. 

“Thank you Mr. Curtis.” SHe stood. I held out my hand and waited for her to shake my hand. 

She stood there for a second and then said, “Mr. Curtis, if you are waiting for me to shake your hand, I can’t see it, I’m blind.”

“Oh.” Now I understood why she sounded so confused when I didn’t respond at first at the door and how her eyes never seemed to meet mine and how she didn’t see the ladder in my truck. I put my hand down. “How’d you lose you’re sight?” I asked without thinking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, you don’t have to answer!”

“No it’s alright.” She said with a smile. “You are not the first to ask. The short story is that I got hit in the head and got a bad concussion that caused me to lose my sight.” I could tell there was a lot more to the story, but I wasn’t going to press it. I had already embarrassed myself enough.

“Ok. Um. I’ll let the guys that are doing your roof that you are blind, so that they don’t leave anything on the pathway to the door so that you don’t trip over it.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll be on my way then.” I turned and walked to the door and she walked me to the door. When I got to the door I stopped and turned to her. “Miss. Johnson. The reason I didn’t respond at first when you answered the door, it wasn’t totally because my surprise at your age, even if I was a bit surprised. I was just memorized by your eyes. I know it sounds stupid, even ironic; it’s just that they ares so pretty. And I understand you supporting your brother. I am about the same as you and I stayed home to support my two kid brothers after my parents died.” I blurted out, again, without thinking.

She smiled, a full, beautiful smile and said to me, “Thank you Mr. Curtis, for the compliment and your understanding.”

I turned and practically ran to my truck. I was so embarrassed by my inability to keep my mouth shut around her.

Jenna Johnson P.O.V 

I stood in the doorway as I listened to his truck drive away. He was much kinder than most guys in this rough part of town. I hope he isn’t playing me for more money. But he sounded so sincere, that I had to believe that he meant what he said. I continued to smile to myself as I closed my door and continued with my day.

“My baby”

I said, holding a picture of someone older than my own parents .

10

The Outsiders (1983) Dir. Francis Ford Coppola

“I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don’t wanna die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn’t care so much if there hadn’t been so many things I haven’t done yet. So many damn things I ain’t seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve ever been away from my neighborhood.”

psychic: *reads my mind*

my mind: You know, some guys my age man… they forget about drinking milk. I don’t know why, maybe they forget how good milk is. Milk’s great. It’s natural, uh… it’s satisfying. I like it when it tastes cold. You just can’t beat it. So don’t you forget it. I’m drinking milk for good.

psychic: what the fuck

do you think c. thomas howell wakes up every morning grateful that he got cuddled by rob lowe <i>and</i> ralph macchio?????

6

“ You think my old man gives a hang if I’m dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn’t care but that doesn’t bother me. You’re not going anywhere.”