🌸You🌸

"Hey! Are you coming or not?!" Dee shouts from a far distance to me.

"Ah- C-coming!" I sprinted and followed them to their home. Dee said it wasn't as further than mine.

When we got close, my lips lightly parted as I saw the gothic looking house. It was like a light, faded blue, and Pursian blue -a darker shade- on the roof. They had a yard that was contained inside a boarded fence. There, you could see an old dead tree, kinda gives this place a creepy aura. I wasn't creeped out, though, I found their home pretty cool and charming, by the looks from the outside. Dee was the first to approach the door. He pulled out his house keys, unlocking the door and let me and Heavy walk in first.

"Wooaah.."

And I thought it outside was nice, but this? Oh this was way cooler. There were framed metal-rock bands and those pictures of naked people, who you only see the back of with a tattoo. Though, I think that's the only interesting detail. The rest of the house looked pretty normal. It wasn't overly decorated, but it wasn't boring to look around either.

"[[Welcome to our home, Ms. (Name)]]" Heavy said, giving me a playful bow.

I giggled at this and pretended to curtsey, "[[thanks for having me, Señor Heavy.]]"

It was so childish, we began to laugh out loud. While Dee rolled his eyes at us, someone else entered the room, accompanied with their voice.

"[[Dee, Heavy, is that you?]]" A man with long blonde hair, tied back to a low ponytail, walked in. He wore makeup and piercings just like Dee's. What surprised me more is hiw they looked so alike, aside from their nose shapes and demeanor. I mean, his eyes were shot opened, having a friendly/creepy smile. Kinda gave me goosebumps. His voice was oddly high pitched, but who am I to judge. "[[Welcome back, children. I see you've brought a friend with you! Good day, miss.]]" He greeted with his hand out.

"[[Hello, sir.]]" I take his hand and shook it. "[[I'm (name), Heavy's friend.]]"

"[[How nice! And please, no need to be so formal! You can call me Glam.]]"

"[[Alright, Glam.]]" Wow, their father is so nice! I wonder what their mom is like-- oh, what if they don't have one?

Glam stands up straight with his hands behind his back. He asked what I was doing here, in a funny, formal way. Dee answered, saying that he and I will be doing our math homework together, and possibly after, I'll hang out with Heavy, or something. Glam looked confused for a second.

"[[Hm. Then, aren't you also friends with Dee?]]" He asked, refering to minutes earlier, when I said I was just friends with Heavy.

"No, he's just my tutor--ohp!" I quickly clasped my mouth with my hand. You idiot! You don't even know if he speaks English!

"Oh, you're American," Glam smiled, speaking English instead. "So, I'm guessing your family were the ones who just moved here recently?"

"Uhm, yeah. That's us."

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy your visit." He says as he leaves the room, probably towards the kitchen.

Dee sighs in relief and grabs my hand, pulling me towards his bedroom. I felt the warmth in my cheeks and the flutter in my stomach again. JESUS CHRIST! HE'S HOLDING MY HAND!!! I internally screamed. He opens the door and just on word to describe it. Dark. Literally, the room didn't even have a ceiling light. The only light resource was either the lamps, or the window.

Despite the lack of light, is room didn't look bad at all. He had a few posters pinned to his walls and kept the mess down to a zero. He had two separate desks, one for writing and another with a computer setup. By the computer screen, I noticed a Ryuk figure.

"Oh, awesome! Is that a Mini Ryuk figure?" That was the first thing I asked.

Dee gave me a puzzled look, "you've seen Death Note?"

I grinned from ear to ear, "uhm, yeah? I watch it all the time with my brothers!"

🥀Dee🥀

This caught me off guard. I'm not saying that she doesn't look like she watches anime. I'm just surprised that she'd watch something as dark and stupidly complicated (talking about Light) as Death Note. I assumed she watches stuff like Sailor Moon, or some cute-love-story show.

"Who's your favorite character?"

"I like L." She answered. "He was weird and quirky, and had some funny lines. I also liked how he had running joke for eating sweets and pastries, since, I'm kinda the same way." She sat down on my bed, taking out her math notebook. "Shall we get started?"

I did the same, except, I sat on my desk chair. "Alright, let's get this over with."
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"Did you see the Netflix adaptation?"

"Oh, it's full of shit."

"Right?!"

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We spent about three hours doing homework, and some of that time was me trying not to blow up in this girl's face about the a simple word problem, but all-in-all, everything was chill between us. I've come to know a lot more about who (name) is outside of school. Polite and shy when at school, but loud and carefree with friends or on her own. Not that I'm saying we're friends, but it's something that stood out to me. I mean, I've never heard her curse up until now.

We put away our books and pencils and let out a puff of exhaustion. "FINALLY, we got that shit done." Her eyes started to wander around my room again and something caught her attention. "It's that yours?" She points at the guitar in the corner of my room.

"Yeah,why?..And before you ask, no, I don't play!"

"Okay, okay! Jesus...can l give it a shot?"

I smirked doubtfully, "you play? Sure, go for it."

(Name) gave me a scowl and stood up and grabbed the guitar. She sits back down on my bed and brushes her fingers on the strings. "Huh? The fuq..." She shrugs it off and begins to play a soft melody and starts singing. (I'm not writing the full song btw)

*She's got cherry lips
*Angle eyes
*She knows exactly how 'a tantalize
*She's out to get cha, danger by design
*Cold-blooded vixen, she don't compromise

*She's something mystical in color lights
*So far from typical, but take my advice
*Before you play with fire, do think twice
*And if you get burned, don't be surprised

*Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceilin'
*Ooh, baby it's the ultimate feeling
*You got me lifted feeling so gifted
*Sugar, how you get so fly?

*Sugar, how you get so fly?
*Ooh, sugar, how you get so fly?
*Ooh, sugar, sugar, how you get so fly?
*But you won't get me toniiiiight~ yeah~"

With the last few notes, the short song ended with a longing strum fading out. Wow... I didn't expect her to have such a soothing voice. My lips were parted a little in awe. I could feel my heart pace quickening and chills running up my spine. Why do I suddenly feel this way? (Name)'s eyes were closed while she played and by this point, she finally opened them. She looks up at me and giggles seeing my shocked face. I snapped out it, hiding my cheeks that were brightening up red, from embarrassment.

"Woah!" We both turn our heads and saw Dad and Heavy standing at the doorway. We didn't notice them come in. Heavy excitedly ran up to (name). "Dude, that was so awesome!"

Dad smiled, adding on, "I was coming to get you two for dinner when I heard the strumming. After what happened last time, I knew it couldn't possibly be Dee." Of course, call me out being musically talentless.

"What do you mean by that?" (Name) asked confused.

"Oh, nothing," Dad waved off. "You played beautifully, is what I meant to say. Now, come along, dinner's getting cold."

He finally leaves and Heavy follows along cheering for the food. I just scoffed, glaring at floor. (Name) seemed to notice, giving a look of concern.

"Hey, what did your father mean when he said--"

I cut her off, "its NONE of your business!"

She flinched back, seeing the harsh coldness in my eyes. She gets off of my bed, grabbing her backpack and returned the guitar to it's original place. As she's one step away from the door, she spoke in a low voice.

"I'm sorry I asked.."