The Silent ~ l.h

2//Quiet

"So, how was she?" my mum asked, sipping at her coffee.

"Eh, she was good. She was scared at first, but hey, nothing play-doh can't solve," I replied, smiling.

"Oh, thank god. I was so worried," she said, relieved.

"Mum, this is the third kid you've had. You would've gotten used to it by now," I chuckled.

"Yeah. But, I mean Rory is different. I so badly wanted to be there on her first day," she replied, looking kind of sad about it.

I walked over to her and hugged her. Mum had so much going on for her, and it wasn't easy since dad left us after I was born. Sure, she found Ricky, which was the reason for Rory, but dealing with the divorce wasn't exactly easy. Until she met Ricky, she had to manage Rose and me all on her own. But through all that, I couldn't have asked for a better mother.

"So, any plans for today?" My mum asked.

"I dunno. I'm thinking about updating the blog. It's been a while," I replied.

I ran a counselling blog, where I helped out people having a tough time. It was in partnership with this company called 'In Support' and it was a non-profit job. And I loved it.

After having my breakfast (at 12 noon, but don't judge me) I updated the blog and spoke to some people, helping them out. After this I took a nice, long bath.

Yes, I have a bath. It was one of the most relaxing things to do, taking a bath. As I settled down into it, my thoughts immediately drifted to the blond, blue-eyed, crying boy with the guitar. Who was he? And why was he crying?

Funny, everyone on the outside seems to be living this happy, amazing life. But that's the superficiality about them. Deep down, they're hurting. They're wounded. But seeing these people happy? We believe we're the ones messed up. But that's not true, is it? In the end, no one is truly, completely happy. They just seem like they are, and that's what makes us victimise ourselves.

My reverie about being happy cane to an end when a loud knock sounded on the door. Groaning, I asked, "Who is it?"

"Get out of the bath quick, you idiot. You have to go pick Rory up," Rose yelled at me, not exactly answering my question.

Sighing, I lifted myself out of the bath and drained it of it's water. Wrapping myself up in my cyan coloured fluffy towel, I stepped out with my hair still dripping wet.

"Well, hello to you too, Rose," I grumbled at my sister who was contentedly sprawled out on my bed.

"So, how was Rory's first day?" she asked, propping herself onto her elbows to look at me.

"I dunno, ask her yourself when she gets back. Now get out," I muttered at her.

She just got up and ruffled my her, planting a kiss on my forehead. I just shrugged her off and then hugged her.

"I can't, I'm going on a date," she said, blushing.

"Oooh, with Ben, huh?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh, shut up," she replied. Still blushing, I noted. "Anyway, bye! And good luck," I said.

"Bye, Becca," she said in return, smiling, shutting the door after her.

I quickly pulled on my blue skinny jeans and my Dan and Phil shop t-shirt. I had, like, 7 of those. But hey, a nerd with a nerdy shirt. Isn't that normal?

I unlocked my phone to see one text from Cooper and one from .

:Cooper: Gosh, he is purr-fecttttt 😍😍 I can't wait until we get married and adopt 8 kids !!!!

:Angie: Dude, meet me in the park at 7 tomorrow, I need some girl advice😬😵

I replied to both of them, virtually rolling my eyes at Cooper and promising to meet her at the park.

I slipped my Vans on and yet again drowve to Rory's school. On the way, I sang along to Walk The Moon's 'Shut Up And Dance'. Horribly.

I went there to see...

Well, Rory. Giggling silently with the blond boy. The blond, hot boy.

Earlier, I couldn't get a better look at him than I could now. And gods, he was hot and cute at the same time.

Ugh, focus, I reminded myself. Chasing behind some guy after the first (or second. Whatever) glance isn't me.

Rory noticed me then, and rushed towards me. I bent down to her height as she reached to hug me. Huh, I wonder if I ever treated Rose like this.

'Hey, how your day?' I asked her.

'Amazing. I made so many new friends. See the tall boy there? His name's Fairy. He's my friend,' she replied enthusiastically, pointing at the blonde.

I resisted the urge to laugh out loud as I looked at the boy. He was busy sitting on the stairs up front and tuning his guitar, by the looks of it. He didn't notice me staring at him.

I helped Rory into the car and strapped her in. She just went on, her hands moving so fast, hardly anybody could understand.

As I almost got in myself, I shot the boy one last glance.

This time, even he was staring at me. I smiled and waved at him, not wanting to look like a prude. He just smiled back. And gosh, he looked adorable. And...if I was right, he had his lip pierced. And, had dimples.

I snapped out of it and got into my car. And yet again, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

All Rory could tell me about him was that he was 'Fairy' and was her friend. Which isn't enough information to stalk anybody. Which I wasn't doing, of course.

As soon as I got home, the first thing I did was call Angie. I needed help.

"Um, so I saw this guy..." Which, in hindsight, was probably not the right way to start a conversation.

"Ooooh, what's his name?"

"Well, that's the thing, we haven't spoken yet. So..."

"But you like him?"

"I've literally only seen his face twice."

"Did you feel like Scrat when he reached acorn heaven and saw all the acorns?"

"Was I not supposed to?"

"Damn, love at first sight is so damm cheesy."

"Screw you, Angie. I came here for advice. To approach, or not to approach?"

"Does he look like he could be a potential murderer?"

"No."

"Describe him, then."

"Blond. Tall. Dimples. Lip ring. Guitar player. Lanky. Blue eyes."

"I asked you to tell me if he's cute, not describe a police suspect. He sounds cute, though."

"I dunno. I just...he's different. Should I try talking to him?"

"Yes! C'mon, it's not gonna do anything if you're both just going to be quiet!"

"Well, okay then..."

"Speaking of guys, at 7. Alright?"

"Sure, I'll help you out with this 'mystery boy' since I owe you one."

"'Kay, bye, Becca. See ya'," she replied and hung up.

Well, she was right. It wasn't going to help if we both were going to be quiet.
A/N:-
Sooo.....
Thoughts on:
Becca's mum?
Rose and Ben?
The delicious boy?
Angie?
Becca's decision to try and talk to him?
Lub chu all 💜
Sunny.