𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

SEVEN
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The night was filled with the sounds of crickets that rubbed their scrapers, producing chirps that echoed along the neighborhood. The lamp post's yellowish lights flickered and spilled over the dark streets, creating the illusion as if your eyes were blinking as you stare ahead.

But these sounds and lights didn't bother the two seventeen-year-old students that walked silently along the streets with earphones and music that connected them together. Loud beats that sounded on each of their ears – drum sticks that pounded rhythmically against the drums, electric guitars producing these amplified chords of strings that were plucked expertly, and the deep seductive voice of Alex Turner that overlapped up the sound of a silent neighborhood, but only those two could hear.

Cotton fabric covering their arms brushed against each other while they walk side-by-side because of the earphones that held them together, listening and enjoying the same song that played on their ears.

Zumi was unable to hold herself back from mouthing the words to the lyrics of her favorite song that currently played while slightly bobbing her head to the beat, and Suna could only steal glances at the rare view of her smile that has only appeared near his presence for such small amount of times.

"It's three in the morning, but I'm tryin'a change your mind. Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply,"

Their feet were clad in shoes as their soles padded against the cement ground, soon approaching a small structure that had white bulbs that lit up its interiors and a sign that presented on the front of the wall's exteriors.

"Why'd you only call me when you're high? Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

     Zumi hummed before lifting her hand up to reluctantly remove the earphones from her ear as they entered the store, her bottom lip jutting out unconsciously.

    Suna glanced at the expression that she made then muttered reassuringly, before he removed the other bud from his ear so he could move around freely, "You can keep it on for now."

    She gave him a small grin then mumbled, "Really? Thank you." She placed one of the buds on her right ear once again.

    "Yeah, don't mention it. Go pick out the food you're going to buy too, I'll pay." He answered then went over to walk towards the isle where the jelly fruit sticks were placed.

    Zumi planted her feet on the same place for a few moments, eyes skimming around the many metal shelves before her feet brought her towards the food isle where she always found herself in whenever she did groceries – the chips isle.

Her right hands reached over for the potato chips, fingers almost touching the smooth plastic with the artificial light reflecting against its yellow packaging, before she reluctantly pulled her hand back to her side. She glanced down to look at her clothed pudgy stomach, poking it with an index finger as she heaved a long sigh.

No, I'm getting heavier again.

"Are you not going to get that?" She turned her head to the left to see Suna standing a few feet away from her, looking at her blankly.

Zumi tensed before turning to look the other way – shame enveloping her expression at the thought of him catching her earlier actions. She shook her head and walked towards the healthier isle. Her hands grasped the three small bumpy packages of the bland granola bars, then walking towards the cashier where Suna was waiting for her.