It had been a few weeks since you last seen Orchid. She had moved into her new home and you didn't talk very much. She had gone quiet which was very strange. Orchid was a very talkative person.
You having a strange feeling about her silence decided to visit her. Upon walking up the steps to her door you heard the soft tune of a guitar. Once you got to the door you realized that orchid was outside. She was sitting at the side of the house on the patio. Her eyes were closed as she played the familiar tone of Queens Bohemian Rhapsody. As the time for lyrics to come in she opened her mouth and started to sing.
Once the song ended she opened her eyes and realized that you were watching her sing. Her cheeks dusted a light pink, and she set down the guitar. "Uh, Hi."
(I'm to lazy to put the lyrics. If you wanna listen to the song I put it up there.)
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The Thinker
RandomMeet Orchid, the thinker. Not many people in the world think. Orchid loves to think, somethimes she overthinks.
