Warning: This chapter is really cheesy, SORRY IN ADVANCE.
As I walk towards the cafe where the address leads, I see "Mizzy's Cafe" in big letters on a large sign above the door. It's a sweet and simple name and I quite like it. I smile as I walk in and look around. There are people all around this is a well-known cafe. I look to one of the tables where a little girl has just sat. It's Eren's sister. He's sent a few pictures of himself with his sister a few times, so I recognized her.
I wondered if it was okay to say hi since I was looking for Eren. I sheepishly walk over and gently tap her shoulder. She turns and looks up at me. I'm scared she'll scream or get scared but she smiles big and says hi, although I can't hear it. I guess she recognized me.
I wave at her and take out a notebook. I write "Is your brother here?" She reads the writing and nods. She jumps off her chair, grabs my hand, and runs towards the counter. Eren is in front of the counter, watching us run over. He smiles, that smile I like so much. I smile back but then that dread of telling him the truth hits again and it feels like I might faint.
Before I have time to figure out what to say, I'm right in front of Eren. He's a bit taller than me by an inch or two. His hair is dark brown and some of it is hanging out of his beanie. His eyes are pretty too. He's so cute...omg, if I tell him I'm deaf, he might think I'm dumb! What if he doesn't wanna talk to me anymore? It's been forever since I made any friends and since the last time, it feels like I'll never be able to.
I'm so busy freaking out that when he says something, I have no idea what he's saying. My mind is all over the place, my hands are shaking and Ollie is getting fidgety in my arms. Eren tilts his head and says something else but I can't answer him. I knew this was too much for me, I should've just stayed home.
Then everything goes dark. I don't know what happened. I feel something soft under me. I think I'm lying down. I open my eyes and look around, my eyes adjusting to the light. Where am I?
I sit up and look around. It's a medium-sized bedroom around the size of mine. The walls are painted a light shade of blue. The room's a lot cleaner. I think I've been kidnapped. I look over at the nightstand and see my phone beside an alarm clock. As I pick up my phone I see the time on the clock: 9:54 p.m.
Oh no, how long was I out? Mom and dad are probably worried sick. They get home around 8 p.m. I unlock my phone and there are about 24 calls and 13 messages. Some from dad, most from mom. As I'm about to call dad, the bedroom door opens and I jump a little.
Eren stands by the door, waving. I wave back and say I'm sorry but I'm not sure if it was heard or not. He walks over and sits down, looking at me. He asks something. It has something to do with me fainting. I think he asked me why I did.
I take a deep breath and look up at him. Now is the best time to tell him. I can't lie when he's right here.
"Pen and paper," I say, I feel like it came out weird.
He nods and gets up, taking a pen off his desk and getting paper from a notebook. He hands it to me and I write. As I do this, my hands start to shake. What if he hates me after this. Do I just have to be able to live with it? I don't think I can but I force myself to write.
I hand him the paper, my hands still shaking. He takes it and reads the words:
"I'm deaf. I was so stressed about telling you and I fainted, I was scared you might not like me if you knew so I was really stressed out."
I look at him, scared he'll get mad or yell but he looks at me. He smiles at me and he hugs me. I look at him confused and he writes at the bottom of the paper:
"I could care less if you're deaf or not, you're still Charlie. You're still you, doesn't matter if you're not exactly what I expected."
Ever since I became deaf, the only people who've accepted me for who I am was my family. Hearing this from a person aside from them makes me cry. I sob looking down, covering my face as the tears come pouring out. Eren hugs me tighter and I'm sure that if it could've lasted forever, I'd want it to. It's been forever since I've talked to someone who didn't immediately berate me. It felt, comforting.