my fair nanny

SIGNS (Punk Luke AU)

This wonderful AU was submitted by 5ketchupsos. Read it, because it’s really good!!!

___

I watched as my room-mate grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder. I expected her to exit the room but she turned to the large whiteboard we shared and scribbled something on it before stepping back to let me see.

“You sure you don’t want to come? It will be fun!” Followed by a cute smiley face. I giggled and got up, taking the pen from her.

“I’m sure but have a good time,” I scrawled under her messy writing. She nodded and gave me a hug then opened the door, gave a little wave and left. I sighed. Alone at last. I loved my room mate to pieces. It had only been a week but she had been unbelievably understanding.

Communicating via a whiteboard probably seemed a little odd to anyone else but it was the only way we could get to know one another. You see I’m deaf, completely deaf. Aria doesn’t know sign language so I think she felt awkward when she realised I couldn’t speak with her normally. She left our room almost instantly on the first day and I half expected her to ask for a room change but half an hour later she returned with this massive whiteboard and spent twenty minutes positioning it in our room. It wasn’t until she scribbled on it “Hi I’m Aria. What’s your name?” that I sussed what she was up to and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so touched. We sat on her bed and wrote back and forth to each other and I think it’s the closest I’ve ever been to making a friend.

I went to a school for the deaf as per my mother’s orders. She thought that normal, public school would be to demanding for me but as time went on I became increasingly interested in a more normal life. Something less sheltered. When I got accepted to Oxford I just had to go. It took a long time to wear my mum down but eventually she agreed I could go and study art at Oxford if I took my nanny with me.

To be fair my nanny stopped looking after me years ago when I became old enough to do things for myself. Now she was more of a maid. She made my meals and washed my clothes but she was perfect at sign language and she looked out for me and there were probably worse people I could have brought to University with me. She had managed to secure the room next door to Aria and myself. My mum wanted us to share a room but I insisted that was too much. It was going to look strange enough, bringing my maid with me to school without us being room mates too. My dad played a big part in wearing my mum down. He understood me well and he wanted me to have the normality that I craved. Not that my mother didn’t. She just worried about me too much.

Nanny text me earlier to tell me she was going on a date. It seems she connected with one of the medical teachers. So, right now, I was completely alone. I grabbed a book and curled up on my bed, legs crossed. I could see through my window as student’s made the most of their first Friday night on Campus. They were dressed up to the max and staggering across the grounds to one of the several different parties talking places in the dorms. I’d half expected Aria to wind up at one of the parties but she explained that her and her friends liked to spend Friday nights at a pub down the road where they had an open mic night. If there was one thing I was envious of other people for it was their ability to enjoy music. I’d never had that simple pleasure. Sure I could read and watch movies and Tv shows (provided they had subtitles) but music seemed like such a big thing these days. Especially in college. Everywhere I looked people were going about their business with headphones in, occasionally bopping their head in time to whatever beat they were listening to.

I stood up and shut the curtains. The chaos outside was distracting me from my book. It was the third time I had read “Of mice and Men,” but I still liked to give it my full attention. I loved the ide that Lennie was perhaps not normal, maybe a bit like myself but he had these dreams and ambitions that his friend shared with him. It was beautifully written. I read till about two am then figured I should get some rest. Aria and I had made plans to go shopping in town tomorrow. Nanny had asked if I wanted her to come along but Aria assured me that there would be no need.

“I’ll take my ipad so I can write to her,” She explained to nanny who in turn had signed to me to check this was all right.

I did tell nanny that should my mother call her she could tell her I was studying or something. I didn’t want her getting in trouble with my mum because she was understanding enough to give me my independence.

I never woke when Aria came in. She must have been super late but she didn’t turn the light on so I never saw her. When I woke the next morning she was out for the count with her make-up smeared down her face. I decided to leave her in peace and grabbed my toiletry bag. The bathroom was empty apart from one girl in a shower who was getting out as I entered. I brushed my teeth first then climbed in to a shower and let the hot water run over me. I must have stood there for half an hour, just enjoying the warmth before I washed and conditioned my hair and turned the shower off. I grabbed my towel from the hook outside the curtain and wrapped it around myself. My toiletry bag was still over by the sinks and I made my way over and opened it. I quickly dried myself and put on some moisturiser. I didn’t normally wear make-up. I had nothing against it other than the fact my mother did not approve of it. As I gathered up my stuff and made for the door, a group of girls wandered in. They were chatting away then they spotted me and began to whisper. I thought this was kind of pointless. I couldn’t hear them anyway but if they wanted to be rude and talk about me then they could go right ahead. I highly doubted any of them had anything relevant to say. I slipped past them and made my way back to my room with my wet feet padding along the carpeted corridor.

Aria was up when I opened the door and examining herself in the mirror with a pack of face wipes, open beside her. I gave her a small wave which she returned. She seemed to have managed to remove most of last night’s make-up now. She snatched up the pen from the tiny ledge at the bottom of the whiteboard and wrote something, currently blocked by her head. I watched as she moved aside, dropping the pen on her bed.

“I need coffee. Breakfast at the diner?”

I simply nodded in response then the pair of us opened our wardrobe. Aria picked out an outfit in seconds. She had a kind of punk, goth thing going on. Her jet black hair was about waist length and was shaved at one side and she had her eyebrow and septum pierced. She still looked extremely attractive though. She probably could have pulled off any look she tried her hand at. We both faced away from each other as we dressed. I’d chosen a simple pinafore style dress with a pair of tights, black ballet pumps and a cardigan. I couldn’t be bothered drying my hair and so I tied it back in a tight bun. Aria threw her clothes on then peered in to the mirror as she applied some fresh eye liner and some dark lipstick.

I waited patiently while she pulled everything out of last night’s bag and stuffed it in to another bag then slid her boots on and nodded at me. She grabbed her ipad from the chest of drawers beside the door just before we exited.

We walked in silence to the bus stop and checked the time. Five minutes till the next bus.

Aria quickly typed something on her ipad and handed it to me.

“You got change for the bus?” I read.

“Yeah. You need some?” I replied.

She typed a lot quicker than me so the ipad was back in my hands before I knew it.

“Yes please. I’ll buy you breakfast in return.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I wrote and handed it back to her with a smile. She grinned at me as I delved in to my bag for my purse and counted out the change she needed for the bus. I dropped it in to her open palm just as the bus rounded the corner and stopped behind the traffic lights at the end of the street.

Aria was watching it, impatiently when I tapped her and pointed to the ipad. She handed it over, instantly.

“How was last night?” I wrote in the word document.

She read it and grinned at me.

“Really good. There were some terrible singers but this one guy who played guitar was really talented.”

“Good looking?” I replied, teasingly. I knew Aria had a thing for guitar players.

“Very,” she replied, “Lot’s of tattoos and gorgeous eyes and a lip piercing.”

Yikes he sounded quite scary but I suppose that was Aria’s type.

The bus pulled up in front of us and I gave Aria her ipad back before we boarded. The bus was relatively full so we couldn’t sit beside each other. Aria pulled a face at me as she sat down two seats in front of me. She kept her eyes on me for the whole, ten minute, journey. I knew she was looking out for me in case anyone attempted to speak to me or something. She waved at me when it was our stop and I got up and followed her off the bus. I had been to the café once in the past week but I couldn’t recall exactly where it was. Aria had already been at Oxford for a year so she knew where all the hangouts were.

I let her lead the way along the main road then down a couple of side streets. For someone who grew up in the states she sure knew her way around England’s windy streets very well.

She reached the café and pushed the door open, holding it for me. We seated ourselves by the window with Aria opposite me. I watched as the ipad emerged from her bag again. She typed quickly then slid it across the table to me.

“I need the toilet. Be back in a few.”

I nodded and she left me with the ipad as she headed to the back of the room and disappeared behind a door. I sighed to myself and picked up the menu from the table centre. I already knew what I wanted but reading the menu beat sitting here like a loner. I jumped as someone stepped up to the side of the table. A very tall, lanky looking boy with broad shoulders and an intense array of tattoos looked down at me and said something. I’m not too bad at reading lips but this boy spoke extremely fast and didn’t enunciate very well.

“Um,” I gulped.

He repeated whatever he said and frowned as I still did not reply. Thankfully Aria made her way towards us seconds later and spoke to the guy.

He listened to whatever she had to say then looked round at me and pointed to the ipad. I was rather surprised but handed it to him when Aria nodded in encouragement.

“What would you like?” He typed before waiting for me to type out my order underneath. I did so and handed it to him and he nodded, scribbling it on his notepad. He took Aria’s order to then left us. Aria sat down and frantically started typing but I wasn’t paying attention. The boy had headed back to the counter and was chatting away with a couple of other guys. He spoke to them for a few minutes then all eyes turned to me and I blushed, looking away. Aria had placed the ipad in front of me and I read what she had to say and laughed.

“That’s the guitar player from last night. Holy sh.it!”

She grinned as I shook my head in disbelief.

“He’s exactly how you described him,” I wrote back and she nodded at me as she read it.

When the boy returned with our order he chatted away to my friend with ease. I began to feel slightly awkward. Like some kind of disabled third wheel. I watched his lips as he spoke but all caught was “Are you her carer?” It shouldn’t have bothered me. People asked my parents all the time if they were my carers but somehow his casual way of asking irked me. I punched the screen on the ipad with the statement “I’m deaf. I don’t require a carer.” And handed it to him. He smirked and shrugged before dropping the ipad back on the table and walking away. Aria quickly typed “I’m sorry,” but I just shrugged and shook my head. What a rude boy. I scarfed my food down as fast as I could then told Aria I would wait outside for her. I stood in the alleyway round the side of the building and blinked back the tears that had begun to form at the waiter’s ignorant question. God I hoped Aria didn’t wind up dating this boy. He was blatantly rude and cocky. He didn’t even seem bothered that he had offended me.

I slid my hand in my bag and pulled out some perfume, spraying it on my neck before placing the cap back on the bottle and returning it to my bag. I jumped once again as a door to the left of me opened and someone stalked out, lugging a bin bag. Great it was none other than the ignorant, asshole of a waiter. He lifted the lid of the bin beside me and his eyes locked on mine as he swung the bag inside.

“Nice clothes,” he mouthed, very precisely, ensuring I knew exactly what he said. His expression was a mix between amused and cheeky. He was totally being sarcastic. What was this guys problem?

I opened my mouth to say something witty then shut it again. I can’t speak very well. It comes from not knowing how words are pronounced. I’ve never really spoken before because it embarrasses me when people look at me like I’m retarded. The boy smirked and for the first time I caught the name on his badge.

“Luke. How may I help you?” was scrawled on the bit of plastic pinned to his chest.

“By not being a total di.ck to customers?” I thought to myself. He lifted his cap in some kind of salute to me as he mouthed the words “See ya,” and headed back inside. I stood, frozen to the spot, glaring at the closed door and praying I never had to encounter someone so cruel again.

SIGNS (Punk Luke AU)

THIS WAS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO IS HEARING IMPAIRED THEMSELVES AND HAS A LOT OF DEAF FRIENDS.  THE INFORMATION IN THIS FIC IS BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.

I watched as my room-mate grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder. I expected her to exit the room but she turned to the large whiteboard we shared and scribbled something on it before stepping back to let me see.

“You sure you don’t want to come? It will be fun!” Followed by a cute smiley face. I giggled and got up, taking the pen from her.

“I’m sure but have a good time,” I scrawled under her messy writing. She nodded and gave me a hug then opened the door, gave a little wave and left. I sighed. Alone at last. I loved my room mate to pieces. It had only been a week but she had been unbelievably understanding.

Communicating via a whiteboard probably seemed a little odd to anyone else but it was the only way we could get to know one another. You see I’m deaf, completely deaf. Aria doesn’t know sign language so I think she felt awkward when she realised I couldn’t speak with her normally. She left our room almost instantly on the first day and I half expected her to ask for a room change but half an hour later she returned with this massive whiteboard and spent twenty minutes positioning it in our room. It wasn’t until she scribbled on it “Hi I’m Aria. What’s your name?” that I sussed what she was up to and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so touched. We sat on her bed and wrote back and forth to each other and I think it’s the closest I’ve ever been to making a friend.

I went to a school for the deaf as per my mother’s orders. She thought that normal, public school would be to demanding for me but as time went on I became increasingly interested in a more normal life. Something less sheltered. When I got accepted to Oxford I just had to go. It took a long time to wear my mum down but eventually she agreed I could go and study art at Oxford if I took my nanny with me.

To be fair my nanny stopped looking after me years ago when I became old enough to do things for myself. Now she was more of a maid. She made my meals and washed my clothes but she was perfect at sign language and she looked out for me and there were probably worse people I could have brought to University with me. She had managed to secure the room next door to Aria and myself. My mum wanted us to share a room but I insisted that was too much. It was going to look strange enough, bringing my maid with me to school without us being room mates too. My dad played a big part in wearing my mum down. He understood me well and he wanted me to have the normality that I craved. Not that my mother didn’t. She just worried about me too much.

Nanny text me earlier to tell me she was going on a date. It seems she connected with one of the medical teachers. So, right now, I was completely alone. I grabbed a book and curled up on my bed, legs crossed. I could see through my window as student’s made the most of their first Friday night on Campus. They were dressed up to the max and staggering across the grounds to one of the several different parties talking places in the dorms. I’d half expected Aria to wind up at one of the parties but she explained that her and her friends liked to spend Friday nights at a pub down the road where they had an open mic night. If there was one thing I was envious of other people for it was their ability to enjoy music. I’d never had that simple pleasure. Sure I could read and watch movies and Tv shows (provided they had subtitles) but music seemed like such a big thing these days. Especially in college. Everywhere I looked people were going about their business with headphones in, occasionally bopping their head in time to whatever beat they were listening to.

I stood up and shut the curtains. The chaos outside was distracting me from my book. It was the third time I had read “Of mice and Men,” but I still liked to give it my full attention. I loved the ide that Lennie was perhaps not normal, maybe a bit like myself but he had these dreams and ambitions that his friend shared with him. It was beautifully written. I read till about two am then figured I should get some rest. Aria and I had made plans to go shopping in town tomorrow. Nanny had asked if I wanted her to come along but Aria assured me that there would be no need.

“I’ll take my ipad so I can write to her,” She explained to nanny who in turn had signed to me to check this was all right.

I did tell nanny that should my mother call her she could tell her I was studying or something. I didn’t want her getting in trouble with my mum because she was understanding enough to give me my independence.

I never woke when Aria came in. She must have been super late but she didn’t turn the light on so I never saw her. When I woke the next morning she was out for the count with her make-up smeared down her face. I decided to leave her in peace and grabbed my toiletry bag. The bathroom was empty apart from one girl in a shower who was getting out as I entered. I brushed my teeth first then climbed in to a shower and let the hot water run over me. I must have stood there for half an hour, just enjoying the warmth before I washed and conditioned my hair and turned the shower off. I grabbed my towel from the hook outside the curtain and wrapped it around myself. My toiletry bag was still over by the sinks and I made my way over and opened it. I quickly dried myself and put on some moisturiser. I didn’t normally wear make-up. I had nothing against it other than the fact my mother did not approve of it. As I gathered up my stuff and made for the door, a group of girls wandered in. They were chatting away then they spotted me and began to whisper. I thought this was kind of pointless. I couldn’t hear them anyway but if they wanted to be rude and talk about me then they could go right ahead. I highly doubted any of them had anything relevant to say. I slipped past them and made my way back to my room with my wet feet padding along the carpeted corridor.

Aria was up when I opened the door and examining herself in the mirror with a pack of face wipes, open beside her. I gave her a small wave which she returned. She seemed to have managed to remove most of last night’s make-up now. She snatched up the pen from the tiny ledge at the bottom of the whiteboard and wrote something, currently blocked by her head. I watched as she moved aside, dropping the pen on her bed.

“I need coffee. Breakfast at the diner?”

I simply nodded in response then the pair of us opened our wardrobe. Aria picked out an outfit in seconds. She had a kind of punk, goth thing going on. Her jet black hair was about waist length and was shaved at one side and she had her eyebrow and septum pierced. She still looked extremely attractive though. She probably could have pulled off any look she tried her hand at. We both faced away from each other as we dressed. I’d chosen a simple pinafore style dress with a pair of tights, black ballet pumps and a cardigan. I couldn’t be bothered drying my hair and so I tied it back in a tight bun. Aria threw her clothes on then peered in to the mirror as she applied some fresh eye liner and some dark lipstick.

I waited patiently while she pulled everything out of last night’s bag and stuffed it in to another bag then slid her boots on and nodded at me. She grabbed her ipad from the chest of drawers beside the door just before we exited.

We walked in silence to the bus stop and checked the time. Five minutes till the next bus.

Aria quickly typed something on her ipad and handed it to me.

“You got change for the bus?” I read.

“Yeah. You need some?” I replied.

She typed a lot quicker than me so the ipad was back in my hands before I knew it.

“Yes please. I’ll buy you breakfast in return.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I wrote and handed it back to her with a smile. She grinned at me as I delved in to my bag for my purse and counted out the change she needed for the bus. I dropped it in to her open palm just as the bus rounded the corner and stopped behind the traffic lights at the end of the street.

Aria was watching it, impatiently when I tapped her and pointed to the ipad. She handed it over, instantly.

“How was last night?” I wrote in the word document.

She read it and grinned at me.

“Really good. There were some terrible singers but this one guy who played guitar was really talented.”

“Good looking?” I replied, teasingly. I knew Aria had a thing for guitar players.

“Very,” she replied, “Lot’s of tattoos and gorgeous eyes and a lip piercing.”

Yikes he sounded quite scary but I suppose that was Aria’s type.

The bus pulled up in front of us and I gave Aria her ipad back before we boarded. The bus was relatively full so we couldn’t sit beside each other. Aria pulled a face at me as she sat down two seats in front of me. She kept her eyes on me for the whole, ten minute, journey. I knew she was looking out for me in case anyone attempted to speak to me or something. She waved at me when it was our stop and I got up and followed her off the bus. I had been to the café once in the past week but I couldn’t recall exactly where it was. Aria had already been at Oxford for a year so she knew where all the hangouts were.

I let her lead the way along the main road then down a couple of side streets. For someone who grew up in the states she sure knew her way around England’s windy streets very well.

She reached the café and pushed the door open, holding it for me. We seated ourselves by the window with Aria opposite me. I watched as the ipad emerged from her bag again. She typed quickly then slid it across the table to me.

“I need the toilet. Be back in a few.”

I nodded and she left me with the ipad as she headed to the back of the room and disappeared behind a door. I sighed to myself and picked up the menu from the table centre. I already knew what I wanted but reading the menu beat sitting here like a loner. I jumped as someone stepped up to the side of the table. A very tall, lanky looking boy with broad shoulders and an intense array of tattoos looked down at me and said something. I’m not too bad at reading lips but this boy spoke extremely fast and didn’t enunciate very well.

“Um,” I gulped.

He repeated whatever he said and frowned as I still did not reply. Thankfully Aria made her way towards us seconds later and spoke to the guy.

He listened to whatever she had to say then looked round at me and pointed to the ipad. I was rather surprised but handed it to him when Aria nodded in encouragement.

“What would you like?” He typed before waiting for me to type out my order underneath. I did so and handed it to him and he nodded, scribbling it on his notepad. He took Aria’s order to then left us. Aria sat down and frantically started typing but I wasn’t paying attention. The boy had headed back to the counter and was chatting away with a couple of other guys. He spoke to them for a few minutes then all eyes turned to me and I blushed, looking away. Aria had placed the ipad in front of me and I read what she had to say and laughed.

“That’s the guitar player from last night. Holy sh.it!”

She grinned as I shook my head in disbelief.

“He’s exactly how you described him,” I wrote back and she nodded at me as she read it.

When the boy returned with our order he chatted away to my friend with ease. I began to feel slightly awkward. Like some kind of disabled third wheel. I watched his lips as he spoke but all caught was “Are you her carer?” It shouldn’t have bothered me. People asked my parents all the time if they were my carers but somehow his casual way of asking irked me. I punched the screen on the ipad with the statement “I’m deaf. I don’t require a carer.” And handed it to him. He smirked and shrugged before dropping the ipad back on the table and walking away. Aria quickly typed “I’m sorry,” but I just shrugged and shook my head. What a rude boy. I scarfed my food down as fast as I could then told Aria I would wait outside for her. I stood in the alleyway round the side of the building and blinked back the tears that had begun to form at the waiter’s ignorant question. God I hoped Aria didn’t wind up dating this boy. He was blatantly rude and cocky. He didn’t even seem bothered that he had offended me.

I slid my hand in my bag and pulled out some perfume, spraying it on my neck before placing the cap back on the bottle and returning it to my bag. I jumped once again as a door to the left of me opened and someone stalked out, lugging a bin bag. Great it was none other than the ignorant, asshole of a waiter. He lifted the lid of the bin beside me and his eyes locked on mine as he swung the bag inside.

“Nice clothes,” he mouthed, very precisely, ensuring I knew exactly what he said. His expression was a mix between amused and cheeky. He was totally being sarcastic. What was this guys problem?

I opened my mouth to say something witty then shut it again. I can’t speak very well. It comes from not knowing how words are pronounced. I’ve never really spoken before because it embarrasses me when people look at me like I’m retarded. The boy smirked and for the first time I caught the name on his badge.

“Luke. How may I help you?” was scrawled on the bit of plastic pinned to his chest.

“By not being a total di.ck to customers?” I thought to myself. He lifted his cap in some kind of salute to me as he mouthed the words “See ya,” and headed back inside. I stood, frozen to the spot, glaring at the closed door and praying I never had to encounter someone so cruel again.

SO THIS WAS SUBMITTED TO MY BLOG BY @5ketchupsos AND IT IS SO GOOD I WANT A PART TWO LIKE ASAP! YOU ARE SO TALENTED!