"You Say More With No Words" A Story Series by @MsUnicorn_Love - There's not a consistent upload schedule anymore lol- Season 1 Episode 2: “Friends?” ~uwu It's been a week and I've finally decided to read the note Zachary gave me. I reach into my locker after school. Everyone's already left, so I'm one of the only people there. I unfold the note and read over it. He wants me to tutor him in chemistry? I'm not even good in that class, strange. I think about it for a moment. We're neighbors, so no driving required. I sigh, it wouldn't hurt to have some company. Wait, how do I tell him? He wants to do it tomorrow, but he already left school. Oh no, I'm not going to his house. No. Way. ~ I knock on the door and wait a minute. Welp, no answer, time to leave. I turn to leave when someone opens the door. No, no, no. "Harmony, is that you?" Zachary. I slowly turn around and put on my annoyed face. I raise my hand and wave, he smiles. "Hey, what're you doing here on a Saturday- Oh, wait! Are you here to tutor me?" He sounds way too excited about it, I roll my eyes at him. "I'll take that as a "Yes, but don't tell the entire world!" Come on in." He laughs as he moves to let me in. I look around, his house is nice. Cleaner than mine. I begin to take my shoes off when he grabs my shoulder and shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, it isn't like my parents will care, I live alone." Wow, I feel bad for him. I want to ask, but I forgot my pen and notepad. He notices, though. "Oh, no juicy backstory here. I just like living alone, so they let me." I nod and shove my hands in my hoodie, rocking on the heels of my sneakers. "Come on," he says as he grabs my arm and leads me towards the stairs. I stop and resist, so he looks at me, concerned. "Hey, you okay?" I point upwards and shake my head. I really do not want to be alone in his room with him. "Oh, okay, we can go to the living room. One sec, I need to go grab some things. The living room is that way." He points down the hall and then runs up the steps. I head down the hall and easily find the living room. I take a seat on the couch and look around. I'm surprised he lives alone in such a big house. He comes waltzing into the room with two notebooks, pens and pencils, and a chemistry book. "I have returned with the supplies," he says in a stage voice, setting the items on the table. I roll my eyes at him and grab one of the notebooks and a pen. ' Stop acting weird. ' I show it to him and he laughs. "Okay, Ms. Debbie Downer." He flips through his notebook and finds an empty page to write notes. We've been working for three hours and, surprisingly, he doesn't even need a tutor. He's amazing at chemistry, so why'd he even ask me for help? I watch him write notes, not asking a single question. He doesn't even look stressed or like he's thinking at all. The more I look at him, the angrier I get. This was a huge waste of time, he probably just wanted to make me look like a fool. I set the notebook on the table and get up to leave. He doesn't notice until I open the front door. He comes running out and grabs my hand. "Hey, where're you going? You're not done tutoring me," he laughs as though it's a joke. I glare at him and try to pull my hand away, but he won't let go. "Harmony, I'm sorry. I don't need a tutor. I just wanted to hang out with you," he sighs. I look up at him in disbelief. Me? He wanted to hang out with me? I doubt it. I stare at him and realize he looks genuinely lonely. I feel bad for him. I open my mouth to say "Let go." but nothing comes out. Of course. He understands, though, and lets go. "Sorry I wasted your time." He lets go and I reach over to close his door. He looks at me surprised, but I brush him off and head to his living room. He gets it and follows me, sitting next to me instead of in his chair. I look at him weirdly, but he doesn't move. "Okay, so since you now know I don't need tutoring, what do you wanna do?" He looks at me and I shrug. "Okay, how about.... Hm, you hungry?" I make a hand gesture to tell him kind of. He nods and snaps a finger gun at me before getting up and running to, what I'm assuming is, his kitchen. Great, I'm eating at his house and hanging out with him. He's going to think we're friends now, but.... I guess we kind of are? I smile. Zachary Miles would make a good friend, I can feel it.
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