The Quiet Girl

-chapter 4-

•Zhaye Andrews•

"The sky looks pretty tonight," I said looking up and the night sky filled with stars. She nodded in response. "Let's play a game" I proposed. "What is it?" She wrote. "Instead of 21 questions we will do 5 each" she nodded

"I'll go first... Where are you from?" I asked. "I am South African and American," she wrote. "That's nice your turn," I said. "Do you have any siblings?" She wrote. "Yes, a brother," I replied. "Your turn," she wrote. "Do you have any siblings?" I asked. She shakes her head no.

"What's your favorite food?" She wrote on another page. "It's basic but it's pizza. How about you?" I said. "Pizza too." She wrote. "We have a thing in common." She rolled her eyes and I gave a small laugh.

"Favorite dessert?" She asked. "Hm, that would be brownies." She frowned. "That's not a dessert it's a snack." "Since when," I replied. "Ask Google." She wrote. "Alright then." I quickly searched up "are brownies a dessert." And I frowned.

"I told you," she wrote. "Well then Chocolate cake then and you." "I don't have one.." she wrote. "How can you not have a favorite dessert?" I asked surprisingly. "I do have a favorite candy.." she wrote. "Then what is it." "Sour Patches." "I have to agree those are pretty good," I replied.

"Favorite singer?" She wrote. "I don't have one and you?" "You already asked your 5 questions, mister," she wrote giving a slight smirk. "Since when?" I asked. "When you asked me what was my favorite dessert and then the candy." She wrote on another running out of space.

"No, I asked you 4 questions left." "Ok go ahead then," she wrote. "Ever been in a relationship?" "Why?" She wrote. "It's a question," I replied. "No, I haven't." She wrote. While I was surprised but didn't ask why.

"And you have one more question left." She nodded. "Ok ask me," I said. "Favorite movie." She wrote. "There's a lot I don't have one." "Wow," I nodded. "Well, I have to go," I said ending the conversation while giving her a small smile.

"Goodnight." She wrote and then waved and closed her window and so did I. Yet something has been kept on my mind for the past week.

Her voice. Never have I ever heard a voice as beautiful as hers. But I wonder why she doesn't speak. Knowing the fact that she said that she didn't like to speak. There must be some type of mystery to it.

But I'm not going to force her to speak to me. Hearing her singing is enough to keep me up at night. "Ew," I said to myself. I hate that I was thinking about that. I started scrolling through my phone and got a message from a friend of mine saying that there was a party. I quickly got ready and went to the place. The last thing I remember was a girl pulling me into a room.

•Zaya Brown•

I woke up the next morning humming to myself as usual. Then, I went downstairs and made myself some breakfast, and went to prepare myself. It was around 1 pm and I had to get some school supplies and those were my plans for today.

My mom and I got into the car and went to the store. Once we were done with the supplies we just drive around the city and gave ourselves a little tour of what California looks like. Once we were both tired we drove back home and went to take another shower and wore my pj's.

Once I got into my room I opened my curtains, took my guitar, and started playing softly. Then I heard someone say "stop the music" and I quickly stopped. The voice was unfamiliar and I didn't want to get in trouble. So I did as I was told.

"You should continue." Once I looked up I saw Zhaye. He didn't look like himself. I took my notebook and wrote. "Are you feeling alright Zhaye?" Feeling slightly concerned for him.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine." He said. "You look tired," I wrote. "Oh no I'm not tired" Zhaye replied. "You should try to sleep." I wrote. He shakes his head no. "Zhaye are you drunk.."

"Ding ding ding." He said and suddenly started spinning around and dancing for some reason. I just slightly laughed at the scenery that was presented in front of me.

"How about I play you something with you sleep then?" I wrote and he nodded. "Get into bed I'll play loud enough for you to hear." "Thanks," he said. "He is such a kid right now," she thought.

She then started playing on her guitar loud enough for him to hear but not too loud and in between 10 minutes he fell asleep. "Goodnight Zhaye." She said softly.

She closed her window and watched a few movies and fell asleep.

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