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Random Fans (RF)
Chapter 23
In the weeks following Sydney’s hearing renewal, her happiness level was off the charts. She loved every moment of her rediscovery of life through the hearing world. She was even excited about going to work, because ever since she returned with the ability to hear, her coworkers were eager to talk and socialize with her. She no longer was forced to ask everyone to repeat what they said and if she had a question for someone, she didn’t have to wait for them to send an email or try and track them down, she could call them.
Using the phone was perhaps the thing she enjoyed most about being able to hear. Only a few days after her doctor’s appointment, Michael bought Sydney a cell phone, which she began using constantly. She would call everyone for any reason at all, just so she could use the phone. She even forced Michael to sleep a few nights at his own apartment just so that she could call him at night before going to bed.
In addition to the phone, Sydney began embracing the world of music and spent nearly one hundred dollars in one week downloading songs off of iTunes. She was determined to at least sample each genre of music, though quickly found she liked some more than others. Also, she was re-watching all of her favorite movies and gaining a new perspective on them. By doing this she found out that some she didn’t like as much as she once had, but other’s she loved a thousand times more.
Throughout all of this, Michael was content to sit back and watch her explore. He went along with practically anything she suggested because he wanted her to have the best experience possible. Plus, it was fun for him too. He was rediscovering things by watching her discover them. For example, he had never realized how many sounds the appliances in his house made until Sydney pointed them all out to him, for they were all new to her.
In their relationship, things changed as well, for the better, of course. Michael had been right in his presumption that talking with Sydney in bed before they went to sleep would be something he’d like most about her ability to hear. He had missed being able to do that with her and was glad to get the chance. The first night it happened they ended up talking until well after two a.m., causing them to revert back to the beginning stages of their relationship, when they were discovering new things about each other. Of course, by that point they knew quite a lot, but resharing amusing stories was always fun.
During the last weekend in March, Sydney and Michael were doing some spring cleaning around his apartment, which Sydney had declared ‘a disaster area’. “Seriously Michael, have you
ever scrubbed your shower?” Sydney asked in horror. She had been using it for a few months, but cautiously so, and in that time, she had only seen it get worse.
“Uh, no, why would I scrub the shower? It’s a shower; its self-cleaning.”
“It is NOT self-cleaning. There is soap scum build-up everywhere,” she grimaced.
He shrugged, unfazed. “I don’t like cleaning the bathroom.”
Sydney grumbled and disappeared into the bathroom. If she had to use it, it was going to be clean. “Just finish cleaning the kitchen,” she instructed.
“I did!” he insisted.
“Will I think it’s clean?” she challenged. He grunted and mocked her slightly as he walked away to the kitchen. Cleaning was her one and only pet peeve; if it wasn’t spotless it wasn’t good enough, where as he, being a guy, couldn’t have cared less if there was a bit of grime on his counter top. After all, he wasn’t going to eat
off of it.
Michael had only been cleaning, or rather
recleaning, for about ten minutes before he heard a knock at the door of his apartment. He threw down the rag he had been using and wiped his hands dry on his jeans as he went to open the door. “Mom…,” he said, shocked. All he could think about as he stood there, staring at her, was the fact that Sydney was only twenty feet away, cleaning the bathroom. He hadn’t spoken to his mother since their last fight about Sydney a few months prior, but she had been trying to contact him more frequently in the past week. He, of course, ignored all her attempts.
“Michael, you’re being ridiculous,” she said as she pushed past him and into his apartment. “You need to stop this childish behavior.”
“Childish?!” he laughed. “You’re the one who’s being childish, Mother.”
“I am not!” she defended with a high-pitched screech. “You are. You are being blinded by your love for this girl and I am simply trying to be the voice of reason. This madness has gone on long enough, it’s time you come to your senses or I’m going to have to force you to.”
“Mother,” he said, trying to keep his voice as even and quiet as possible; Sydney didn’t need to hear any of his mother’s lunacy. “You are not going to force me to break up with Sydney. I’m not a child; you cannot force me to do anything.”
“You are
my child. Michael, really, what are you doing here? I mean… this is ridiculous!” she shouted loudly. “Aren’t you sick of having to live your life a special way because of her? Well, maybe you’re not,” she continued without letting him respond, “but what about the future? Michael, you cannot honestly tell me you’re thinking about marrying this girl, are you? What about her condition?! It must be genetic, which means your children will be deaf too!
“Do you really want to deal with that? Having a deaf wife and children? You’ll be the only normal one in the bunch! I’m telling you right here and now Michael, I won’t deal with a deaf grandchild – I won’t! And I know you’ll quickly grow tired of having to spell everything out to her. Sure, you’re fine now, but it hasn’t even been a year! Wait until you’ve been doing to for two, five – ten years! You’ll be singing a different tune then and-”
“Mother!” Michael cut her off with a sharp hiss.
“What?”
“Would you keep your voice
down. Sydney is here in the bathroom and she can
hear you shouting!” he snapped at her.
“Michael, don’t be ridiculous. Sydney cannot possibly hear me, she’s
deaf,” she said with a tone of obvious disgust.
“No, she’s not. Not anymore,” Michael said. His mother looked at him as though he was insane, but Michael continued before she could say another word. “Sydney got a cochlear implant – she’s been able to hear perfectly fine for about a month now and she’s probably just heard everything you’ve said!”
As if on cue, quick footsteps were heard shortly before the door to Michael’s apartment slammed shut. “SEE!” Michael shouted, pointing towards the door. “See what you did!”
“Well, it’s the truth,” his mother continued. “Just because some machine is enabling her to hear temporarily doesn’t change the fact that she is, in fact, deaf.”
Michael shook his head at her. He had never been so disgusted that she was a blood relative. “You just don’t get it,” he said, turning and walking away in search of his wallet so he could go after Sydney.
“Michael! Where are you going?! This conversation isn’t over!”
Michael gave her an icy look. “You know what Mother, I am going to marry Sydney because I love her. And we’re going to have kids together and if they’re deaf, so what? They’ll be ours just the same.”
“But-”
“If you’re asking me to choose between you two, Mother… you’ve already lost,” he said. Then, with that, he left his apartment in search of Sydney.
lil angst at the end
hehe you know i cant resist
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