The Quiet Girl

-chapter 8-

•Zaya Brown•

A few months later a normal night softly playing my guitar. By now it's was already 9:30pm windows open because the AC in our recent stoped working. Which my mom has to get that fixed. And it's so hot in the room I couldn't sleep.

"You like staying up late." Zhaye said. "It's only 9:30" I said. "And we have school tomorrow." "Then why aren't you asleep?" "Well.. um.. it's only 9:30." "Yea sure." "Well I got to go." "Ok- why are you jumping out the window."

"I'm sneaking out." He replied climbing down the window. "To where- thats not the point sneaking out is bad." I lowered my voice at the second part. "Sneaking out is fun and bad you should try it sometime." He winked at me and took a bike and started biking away. "Zhaye.." I sighed.

I didn't know if I should want for him or go to sleep again. As I looked at my bed and saw how sweaty I was. I took a quick shower which made me feel slightly better. But was still too hot for me sleep so I went downstairs got like 3 ice cream sandwiches and started eating those while watching a couple of movies on Netflix.

By the time I looked back it was 2am. So surprised by how much time passed then I heard something hit something. I ignored it and tried to sleep then I heard someone call my name.

I got out of my bed and looked at whom was calling me. To look and see Zhaye. Drunk. Again for the millionth time. I sighed and grabbed my guitar. "Can you switch into something?" He already took off his shirt. "Ew don't change in front of me." I said quickly looking away.

"Come on you like the view." He said. "You wish." I rolled my eyes. "Are you dressed?" "Yes." He said I looked at his window and he got into bed and I started softly playing my guitar for him until he fell asleep.

I decided to drop the guitar and go to bed to see what would happen. I looked at my window and he just stood there. "Heyyyy why aren't you on your chair ready to play me something." He said like a 6 year old. "Because you can sleep without music flowing through your ears and a person needs to sleep."

"Then I'll sit here until you get your guitar and play something." "Sounds good to me." "Please." "No." "Please, please, please, pretty pleaseeeeee." And gave me puppy eyes at the end. How can person be drunk, annoying, and adorable at the same time. Like look at those eyes how am I supposed to say no.

I sighed and picked up my guitar. He smiled and ran to his bed like someone was going to read him a bed time story. I giggled. "Goodnight Zaya." He said dozing off. "Goodnight Zhaye." I replied. Once that was done I tried my best to fall asleep which I eventually did.

•Zhaye Andrews•

When my alarm ringed I turned it off and held my head because of how bad it was aching. Looking at the clothes on the floor I remembered what happened last night. Went to a party, one night stand, came back, Zaya sang me to sleep and here we are now.

That's almost like a routine that we have been doing for the past couple months. I come back from somewhere, get in bed and she plays me something while I sleep. Those nights are my favorite ones. Not the part that I fuck a girl every 2 weeks.

The part where she sings me to sleep. Her voice is so calm and peaceful. That her voice itself could make any guy fall in love. I don't like her like that just as a friend. But what I also hate about those nights is when some embarrassing always happens.

Like last night I was about to change in front of her. She looks like it would be the most disgusting thing to do while other girls would watch. I like that. At least she gives me privacy.

I got ready for school and walked to the bus stop with Zaya walking behind me. "Morning" I said. "Keep quiet." She said yawning into her hand. "Woke up in the wrong side of the bed." "The fact that I slept at 3am doesn't make me the happiest person in the morning you know."

"I'm sorry." "If you are going to keep saying sorry everytime you go home drunk and make me sing for you I might as well stop because I know you enjoy it too much to stop asking me to sing you to bed." She is right I sort of like when she sings for me.

I sighed. "I'm going to make you sneak out someday and give the best night of your life." I whispered into her ear before going into the bus.

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