The Silent ~ l.h

1//Different

A/N- Dialogues in italics mean sign language :-)

"Becca! Are you even listening to me?" Cooper questioned.

"Huh? Wait, what?" I replied.
He shook his head in disbelief and gave me a nuggie.

"Ah! I'm sorry, you big buffoon!" I shrieked.

"Then you better listen to me from next time when I'm ranting about Will, y'know," he replied, grinning at the mention of his boyfriend's name.

Yes, boyfriend. He was gay. And my bestfriend. But, not in the 'oh-this-is-my-gay-pet' sense. It was like he was my older brother who just happened to be gay.

"You're a prick. I hate you," I muttered darkly.

"Ah, but you love me!" he replied cheekily.

"Yes, just not in the way Will loves you. When do I get to meet him, anyway?"

"Not anytime soon!" he screamed and ran away before I could question him.

Honestly. I never understood if he was my older brother or my younger one.

I groaned and decided not to run after him; I was too lazy. I took out my phone I see around fifty texts from Rose (A/N- Doctor Who af). God, now what'd I do?
I called her and she picked up immediately.

"Where are you, you idiot?" she yelled.

"Woah, calm down. I told you I was sleeping over at Cooper's," I told her, confused.

"Today's Rory's first day of school! And you are supposed to drop her. I have to leave for work in 5 minutes. So get your arse in here and make it fast!" she rambled and hung up.

Honestly, sometimes it sucked to be the middle one. An older sister to boss over you, a younger one to run back and forth for.

"Cooper, I'm leaving! I have to take Rory to school," I explained.
"Aww, but I had so much more to tell you about Will," he whined.

"Yeah, not happening. Anyway, good luck with him, I need to go. Bye!"

I rushed out, my keys in one hand, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, and my phone in the other hand.

I shoved everything into passenger seat and got in myself and drove. I drove like a maniac, because if Rory was late for her first day of school, then my mum would murder me.

Within 10 minutes I pulled into our driveway, at the exact moment Rose was pulling out.
I made a face at her then waved her goodbye. She just smiled at me.

I entered the house to see Rory all cleaned up, wearing an adorable frock, her hair pulled back with a bow-tie hairband. I shook my head in disbelief. Rose was twenty-two, yet her favourite thing to do was dress-up-doll.

Rory smiled up at me, showing her few teeth since she had lost most of her milk teeth.

Are you ready to go? I asked, smiling.

Yes, I'm so excited, she signed back.

Well, what are you waiting for, then? Get in the car! I said, watching her nod at me scurry out of the door and into the car, obediently sitting in the back seat. I helped her put her seatbelt on and got in myself.
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Well, then, here we are, I signed to my sister, who looked too scared to step out of the car. I sighed. Oh well.

Rory, c'mon. It'll be okay. Do you want me to walk you in? I asked sympathetically.

She nodded. I took her into my arms and carried her up the stairs of the school. She was now crying. I was rubbing the tears from her eyes, trying to distract her by showing her the grass covered playground.

But I was the one distracted. I could hear someone playing a guitar. It sounded beautiful.

I shook my head to jolt me out of my thoughts and walked up to a teacher who was signing to some other boy. She saw me carrying Rory and immediately rushed over to help.

The teacher looked to be really young; around my age but a little older. She had a mane of beautiful bouncy ringlets and curls, and a tanned and earthly complexion.

She took Rory in her own arms and started soothing her. It seemed to be working.

"I think it should be fine for you to leave now, I'll call and let you know if there's anything wrong," she said, smiling. She was British; that much was quite clear.

I waved to my sister and turned to leave, but she started crying again.

Rory, what's wrong? I asked her.

Please don't go, she begged me.

The teacher, just watching all this, finally spoke again.

"Well, if it isn't too bad, can you stay here for today? I think even she would love that, she spoke and signed at the same time.

Rory nodded, her eyes shining. Oh well, looked like I had no other choice.

"Yeah, I'll do that. I think I'll just be in the playground, okay?" I spoke and signed.

Both Rory and the teacher nodded, and I walked out into the playground.

Kids were playing, but you could hear no sound except for the creak of swings and sound of running footsteps. It was sad. But when you looked at the kids faces, they all looked so happy. They looked so content.

I wandered around, until I heard the sound of the guitar again. Like before, it was beautiful. Wow.

The sound was coming from behind a tree. I walked around the tree to see who was playing the instrument, and I gasped.

Sat there was a boy who looked to be about 18, holding a guitar, with tears streaming down his face. His knees were facing up, and his back was resting against the tree. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, and his blond hair was styled up in a quiff. He had a lip ring on his bottom lip, which was currently caught between his teeth as he cried heartbreakingly over his guitar while he strummed the chords the saddest song you could possibly ever hear.

I just stood there, scared to go talk to him. I didn't know what was wrong, so how could I comfort him? He hadn't noticed me at all. He was busy crying. And playing his guitar.

I slowly backed away, not knowing what else to do.

I ran back into the school building to see Rory happily shaping a lump of play-doh with her hands. The teacher walked out and said that Rory was fine, and that she doubted anything going wrong.

I took this as my cue and decided to head back home. As I drove, the blue-eyed boy with the guitar who's expression would've made anyone break down occupied my mind. He just seemed so... Different.