Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 8

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What Cassiopeia is
^ wearing for the chapter ^

Languages

——With my legs crossed on a stool and a hand holding a cup filled with coffee, I scrolled through my Twitter and instagram. I had woken up the earliest out the group, deciding to shower and get myself ready for the day since we always fought over the single restroom in the bus. I would hope that today we'd get more groceries though, seeing as Sarah and I, sometimes Harry, would cook heavily for the rest instead of getting fast food or takeout.

"I want to learn another language!"

"Help me" Harry pouted, the over sized green hoodie he was wearing giving him sweater paws as he waltzed over to the stool next to mine. I turned off my phone and let it drop to the table, giving him my attention.

It seemed he wasn't the only to wake up since Charlotte and Naomi came strolling in with tired eyes and bed heads. They didn't seem to care through, moving to the bathroom after giving the two a brief good morning wave and nod.

"I know a little bit of Spanish," I told him, sipping the last of my coffee before getting up to pour more, "You want some?"

"No I'm fine, thank you though," He waved me off, running a hand that spotted a single gold ring through his hair, "how much is a little?"

"My mother's side of the family is Mexican," I explained while pouring creamer and sugar in my cup, "I can understand and read it more than I can speak or write it"

"Mm, wanna learn sign language with me?" Harry asked while playing with the sleeves of his hoodie, "I asked Mitch but he just hit me with a pillow and then went back to sleep"

"Typical," I chuckled before sitting back down next to him, "And sure, but how exactly are gonna learn it?"

"I already have a website that gives us lessons ready to go," He pointed back toward the living portion of the bus, "Unless you wanna do it later"

"No, I'm down with now"

Harry nodded with a small smile, getting off the stool and nodding towards his little bunk of a bed that now had an awakening Mitch on the top. The guitarist got off of his bed, smacking Harry atop the head and heading for the restroom.

"What did I do?!" Harry shouted, the boom laughter of Mitch loud as Harry held his head before sitting on his bed and opening his laptop.

I joined him, letting my legs hang off the bottom, and feeling awkward about sitting there as he got comfortable.

"Come here," He patted the spot next to him where a piece of his blanket hung off his shoulders to appear like a cave for me to fill in, "The first thing we learn is the alphabet"

I nodded, getting comfortable and sitting criss cross, pulling the blanket so my right hand could hold and mess with it. He played the video where it gave a detailed explanation and pictures before a pre recorded lesson of a person started to do the hand gestures.

"Wait, is this American Sign Language, or British?"

Harry gave a sheepish grin, "American? I thought I'd do what was most comfortable with you since you decided to do it with me"