Vice City

04|Thank You

India

It's been a week since I talked to Jahsah. He hadn't looked at me, talked to me, or anything. I shouldn't be so surprised though. He's one of the most anti social people I've ever seen. But he makes it look so good.

Anyway, I was in the hallway, collecting my books for my final class of the day, when I noticed a note on my locker. It didn't have my handwriting on the paper, so I decided to read it.

"Come over to my house. I have a surprise for you. Also bring more hot chocolate"
-Jahsah

I read the note quickly and with much confusion. He wanted me to come to him house? And to think he didn't like me. I stuffed the note in my pocket and hurried to my last class.

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Standing in front of his house was just as weird as talking to him. I rung the bell once and waited. A few minutes later, I was greeted with split colored pigtails and pretty brown eyes that could stare into my soul.

He looked at me, then at my thermos.

"You brought it. I honestly thought you wouldn't show up. Come in" he said. I walked in with caution. This feels like a prank, and I wasn't in the mood to be lied to.

I gave him the mug and looked at him.

"So, about this surprise?" I asked. His eyes lit up, and he cracked a smile. This is the most emotion he's ever shown to me.

"Oh yeah. Come on, it's downstairs" I followed him to his basement, where he had a studio set up. I didn't know he made music.

"Take a seat. I need you to hear this for yourself" he said. I did as told, still confused but now curious.

He pressed play and the music started. It didn't take me long to understand what was going in after thay. The lyrics were from that note from last week, and my half of the note I gave back. It was beautiful when put together, plus his voice make it ten times better.

When the song was finished, he turned to me.

"Well...."he trailed off. He wanted my opinion. I must be dreaming.

"It was beautiful, Jahsah. Your voice is incredibly smooth" I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks. But I need to know how you learn to write like that?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Practice" I shrugged. But I don't think he believed that, as he shook his head.

"Nah. It's something deeper then that, India" Jahsah said.

I shot him a half smile. I couldn't tell him the real reason why I write like that, or where these feelings come from. So I sighed and sat back in the chair.

"Like I said: practice"