Mute (Normani/You G!P)

~17~

You

As I sit on Camila's couch, earbuds in, I can't help but think about how I'm still here; living and...happy. I was an antisocial, depressed, suicidal pessimist. Witnessing my father dying after that night him and Julio fought.

Then he took advantage of me.

But when I saw my big brother, the guy that managed to help Mamá raise me. Only for a few months. I later found out that it was because she threatened to call the cops.

He was scared, since the leader of his rival gang was in there. He wanted to kill him for getting him 35 years in prison. He had eyes everywhere. So, he shot her, right in front of me.

I guess he offed himself so that I'd be put in the system.

Little did he know that fucked me up for life.

Hell, no one, besides Li'l Mama, knows what my voice sounds like. I don't want them to hear me stutter. So, she's helping me. I want them to hear me clear and smoothly.

I take my buds out, pausing my music and stood up. Camila left with Ally about 30 minutes ago. I come here as often as I visit the others; since I call them my friends and I don't hang out around them much.

I surprised Camila last minute. She was already getting ready to go somewhere with her girlfriend. Somewhere she didn't know of.

I think they're adorable as fuck, if I'm honest.

I go into the kitchen, grabbing some strawberry applesauce. I lean against the counter, using the top as a spoon. When I finished, I threw the empty container away and went upstairs to Camila's room.

Her room is spacy and has a warm vibe to it. Sometimes, we'd all sit in here, listen to music, and crack jokes. I cherish those moments.

Because for once, I feel like a normal, happy teenager.

I put my ear buds back in and played some Lana. I lay back on her bed, folding my hands under my head and look up at her soft blue ceiling.

I close my eyes, mouthing the words to Born To Die. Her voice is so damn soothing that it helps me sleep the nights my baby can't be there to sing to me.

She has such a beautiful, mature voice.

As a new song was about to play, I hear faint strumming and soft singing. I lift my head, taking a bud out. Camila was seated on her swivel chair on the other side of her room. An opened notebook on her desk.

She stops strumming to write something down. I sit all the way up, pausing my music.

...And there's no way she'll ever stay
Unless you give it up
She loves control
She wants it her way
And all it takes it just one taste
You'll wanna give it up

She pauses again, scribbling something down, before stopping abruptly and turning her head towards me. She smiles, placing pen down, "Hey, Planet Hazel Eyes!" I furrow my eyebrows in amusement, pulling out my phone and shooting her a text.

Uh, my eyes are dark brown.

She shrugs, "I call Lauren 'Planet Green Eyes', and we all have dark brown eyes so." I shake my head, looking down to type again.

You have a nice voice btw

"Thanks," she looks back down at the book with a smile. "I never sung for anybody, but Ally and my family," she says, closing the book.

I nod, standing up to join her on her royal blue bean bag. I sink into it, looking up at the shorter girl before hesitantly typing.

Can you play the melody for Nothing Without You by The Weeknd?