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more clueless about what to say. Hi? Good morning? How’d you sleep? I only make it a few feet before his head snaps up and his eyes hone in on me. He doesn’t look happy to see me, but then again, he doesn’t look mad about it either, just neutral.
    His mood is forgotten the moment our eyes connect. I notice it right away. How could I not? We’re only feet apart now, it’d be hard to miss. His eyes. Sucking in a breath, I stare, and I stare hard. Those eyes, his eyes, are like no eyes I’ve ever seen.
    One is blue, bright and clear, and the other is black. There is no iris, no pupil. “Whoa,” I sputter. The glasses, I get it now.
    He realizes what I’m looking at. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, scrubbing at his beard uncomfortably. He goes to reach for his glasses, but I stop him.
    “No ... don’t.” He shouldn’t feel like he has to wear them because I’m here.
    “Shit doesn’t freak you out?” He motions to his face with a look of concern. His question catches me off guard. Why would it?
    “No, why would it?” They’re different, but they’re not scary.
    Shifting on his feet, he fidgets and it clicks. He’s uncomfortable with how his eyes look. That’s why he wears those glasses, even at night.
    “I’ve never seen eyes like yours,” I tell him honestly.
    He won’t look at me now. He stares down at his boots, at his hands, over at his bike, anything to keep his eyes averted from mine.
    “Figured as much. Not a normal thing.” He makes it sound like he has a second pair on the back of his head.
    “It’s cool.” I assure him.
    “Yeah?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe me.
    “Were you born that way?” Shaking his head, he grabs for a beer on the pile of wood next to him.
    “Nope.” He doesn’t elaborate.
    “What happened?” Is it rude to ask? Possibly, but I have to know.
    “Got in a fight. Fight led to me getting my face hit in with a brick. The brick busted the bone in my eye, and the bone fucked up my eye.”
    “Jesus.”
    “Yeah. Can’t see well out of it, but it still works. I wear the glasses because the light makes it worse.”
    “Oh.” What do you say to that ... I’m sorry? How terrible? Did you kill the person who did that to you?
    “Doesn’t scare you, bother you, looking at it?” His eye bothers people? It’s an eye for fuck’s sake. What the hell is there to be scared about?
    “No.”
    Nodding his head slowly, he processes my words for a moment. “Good. Glad, darlin’.”

2 - Crazy Eyes
    Buck
    Fuck, she’s staring hard, gaping at my screwy eye like she hasn’t ever seen anything like it. If she weren’t smiling at me, it might be more painful than it already is. The goddamn glasses slipped my mind. I’ve been in the habit of wearing them out and about because the bitches used to tell me my eyes were scary, but at home I didn’t bother.
    Out here working, alone, I forgot about my little houseguest. I’m not used to having to hide that shit around here anymore. Now she’s staring right at my eyes, all interested and shit. “Does it hurt?” She asks.
    “No, it doesn’t. You sleep good?” I change the subject, anything to get her to stop staring at my eyes.
    “Oh yeah, I did.” She murmurs, kicking around a bare foot in the dirt. Does she always dress like this, I wonder. I look from her foot and up at her legs while she stands there, fucking gawking at me.
    “No pants, huh?” I nod to her legs. I’m not complaining, just observing. Naked works best for me, but her choice is fine too.
    Rolling her eyes, she grins, “I was sleeping.”
    “If you say so, babe.”
    “I was,” she grumbles, crossing her arms under her tits, perking ‘em up even more.
    A weird quiet falls between us and I can’t stand this shit. This is why I hate dealing with people, bitches in particular. My form of conversing with the female population usually goes something like, “Take off your clothes.” You know, that real suave shit.
    Everyone else gets