Why do i feel this way?

"Thanks," PJ muttered, and got them all up. He moved to get up and bumped his head on the other side of the bench. "Ow!" he exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

"jeeze, be careful.." He grabed PJ by the arm and dragged him closer, peering at his head to check for bruising. Taking after his father, he liked medical stuff.

"I, I'm fine...," PJ said, pulling away and gnawing on his lip. "Um..." He picked up one of his yellow pencils. "What...what color is this one?" he asked quietly and turned a shade of red.

Unfazed like PJ seemed to be, Tristan gave a cute smirk. "That would be yellow.. no wait.." he leaned in. "Macaroni, apparently."

"Oh, okay. Thanks," PJ said, putting the pencil into the right place in his box. He had each color in its respectful place; shades of yellow in a group, shades of red in a group, shades of gray...um...you get the idea...

Tristan noticed this. "Here, let me help." As he reached for a blue, his hand grazed past PJ's leg.

((Yay awkwardness.))

PJ moved his leg a bit, biting so hard on his lip he almost drew blood. He picked up a shade of purple and asked Tristan what color it was.

(Best served up simzer style! )

"Urm.. purple?" Tristan was oblivious to his awkwardness. "Peege (i dunno how to spell that XD) are you color blind or something?"

((
And it's Peej. Nice try, though.))


"Uh...no...," PJ muttered, turning red again. "I'm...actually blind. Like, completely blind. My mom, she has the power to see auras, and I inherited that from her, so, I mean...I can't see your face, but I know where it is and...it's kind of like I can see the outlines of everything." He looked down, really embarrassed by the fact he was blind. It made him even more different from everyone else.

(so did not know that, wth cheese!? nobody tells me anything round here '_')

Lovin wrote:

(so did not know that, wth cheese!? nobody tells me anything round here '_')

((I just decided we would be blind, like, and hour ago. I'm sorry. ;-; ))

(Hadfbjlfseacvnloiyfccz)

Levi Jay wrote:

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Lovin wrote:

(we?)

((*he. >.<
Stop judging me...leave me alone. ;-; *Hides behind Sims*))

(sorry.....I'm in a bad mood.....ignore me.....>.<)

(*is going to make this more awkward* )

"Your blind!?" Tristan said, surprised. He grabbed the sides of PJ's face and got real close. "That ability is amazing, though... " He backed up, but only a smidge. "how many fingers am i holding up?" he held up four.

(Would you guys stop post blocking me XD i sent this supposedly like five minutes ago!!! XD XD
and theres a fourth time XD
*hides cheezers*
and a fifth lol )

"U-uh...f-four...," PJ choked out, turning a beet red.

Tristan grinned. "Nice!" He pulled away, blushing a bit at the sight of PJ blushing. Why was he doing that? he looked... welll.. he shook his head. A random girl passed out at the sight of Tristan blushing and was thrown to the corner.


(*likes to play with fangirls*)

((Oh my God, I freaking love the fangirls. ))


PJ looked up at the girl who fainted, confused. He lost the color in his cheeks as he pondered why she fainted, then turned back to Tristan. "Anyway, so, uh, I could see that, but, uh...I don't know what you look like. Or what I look like. I don't know what anyone looks like, really."

Tristan shrugged, puffing out his cheeks. "Its not all that great. The worlds kinda trash..." He helped put the rest of the pencils away, then offered a hand. "Wanna help me out?" he winked. A fangirl randomly started forward to grab him, but another held him back. "we must cut him off from the heard..." she whispered. "Get him alone.."

((The herd...oh my God. ))

"Oh...but I bet you don't look all that bad," PJ said quietly, then looked up at him. "Help you with, uh...what?" he asked, completely oblivious to the wink and whatever he meant by that, and glanced at the girl.

(the fangirls please me :3)

"I need to go to magic town for something, and what im getting is heavy.." he frowned.

"Oh. Well, yeah, sure," PJ said, nodding and standing up. He smiled at Tristan, waiting for him to go.

as he was now concious of his blindness, Tristan was suddenly wary about whether he could walk properly or not.