The Silent Girl
Gabi's Pov:
My mother kissed my head before releasing me from her arms. I watched her walk into the kitchen, looking as happy as ever, before I walked over to Troy. Troy followed me up the stairs and into my room. Thankfully, the day before, I spent all afternoon cleaning it. Otherwise, well, it wouldn't have been a pretty site.
Troy's Pov:
When I walked into the room, I stopped and looked around. I liked it. It was simple, yet mature. She had beige walls with a light brown rug. The size of her room was another story. It was pretty big.
I chuckled to myself as I looked at the two closets plus a big dresser. Her covers to the king size bed matched the walls, which looked nice. I could just imagine her small body in that huge bed. She probably didn't even take up one quarter of it. Gabriella sat cross-legged on the bed.
She patted the seat next to her, smiling as she did so. Without hesitating, I laid down on the bed next to her. There it was again, her laugh filled the room. It was music to my ears.
We stared into each others eyes for a good two minutes before I spoke up. "You're going to have to teach me sign language." Her eyes grew wide as she smiled and nodded.
She lay down next to me; her hair sprawled out on the pillow as she did so. Her hair smelled so good, like a mix of strawberry and pomegranate. It was like a reflex when my arm went around her shoulders. It didn't know what I was doing, it just felt natural. She seemed to like it too by the way he heard found its way on my chest.
Without really noticing, I started to draw imaginary shapes on her back. Her hand almost immediately found its way into the pocket of my sweatshirt. I gave her a questioning look, but soon understood when I saw my silver phone in the palm of her hand. I watched silently as she flipped it open and began to type.
She held the phone up as soon as she was done. There was only one word on the page. It read, 'circle?' I guess I hadn't realized, but I had been drawing circles on her back.
I smiled down at her and gently took my phone from her soft hands. Now it was my turn to try something out. As clear as possible, I traced the letters out one by one. Every time there was a space I gently tapped her back.
It didn't take me long to write, 'How do you know when your mom is calling you for dinner?' It was a bit much for her to decipher, but none the less, she did. I watched silently as he hand raised and then lay on my chest.
Flipping the phone open, I got ready to type. Lucky for me, she was going nice and slow. I can tell I need a lot of practice on this. When I finished typing it out, it made sense. The words read, 'You'll see.' We stayed in that position for a while, reflecting on the day we had. I still couldn't believe that I finally had the courage to ask her to be my friend. I'm so glad I did, though. It's easy to see that she is one hundred percent happier.
We stared up at the ceiling both content for the moment. The lights started flickering about three or four times. I gave Gabriella a questioning look, but she only playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed my phone from me. 'Welcome to the world of the deaf.'
I guess I had a lot to learn about her life. Wait a minute. I had everything to learn about her. Standing up, I held my hand out for her to take before starting out of the room. While walking down the stairs, I inhaled deeply. The smell was amazing, to say the least. I can tell that Ms. Montez is a great cook by the smell of it.
"Oh Troy, I hope you like lasagna. If not I can make you something else. I should have asked beforehand." I put my hand up to stop her before she got herself worked up any further.
"How did you know that lasagna was my favorite meal?" I gave her a reassuring smile before pulling Gabriella's chair out for her.
"Do you need any help Ms. Montez?" The last thing I want to do is make it seem as if I didn't want to do anything. Who likes someone that expects everyone else to do things for them? I am more than capable of helping out.
"Oh goodness, Troy, call me Maria and no thank you. You just sit down. I have everything under control." I nodded and sat down next to Gabi.
Gabi's Pov:
I don't think people realize how hard I have it. Watching Troy and my mom converse, I only felt sadness. I only saw one side of the conversation and it wasn't Troy's. That was the part that I wanted to hear. Well, see in my case. All I seemed to understand was that my overly excited mother wanted Troy to call her by her first name; not very interesting.
After my mom set the hot food on the table, she turned to me and signed, 'He's such a well-mannered man. I'm glad you two are friends.' I couldn't help but smile and nod.
I watched in amazement while Troy served me before serving himself. I don't think I could have come across a nicer guy. I smiled at Troy when he set my plate in front of me. Without asking him, he picked up ice filled glass and pointed to it. With my mother sitting right across from me, I knew I couldn't use Troy's cell phone. My mother liked me to practice talking at home since here was the only place where people didn't judge me. I shifted in my seat, hoping my mother didn't notice, and pointed to the pitcher of water in front of him.
Dinner I thought went smoothly, my mom was being relatively sympathetic to me, only asking me 'yes' or 'no' questions, which I would nod or shake my head to. Through out the dinner, Troy kept his hand interlocked with mine, squeezing it gently when my mother was trying to get my attention.
Dinner soon came to an end as it usually does at some point. Troy insisted on helping her wash the dishes, not taking no for an answer. I hopped up onto the counter next to him, watching him wash the dishes as my mother dried them. She of course always thought it was a waste of money to buy a dishwasher to make our lives easier.
I watched Troy skeptically as he gave the now clean dish to my mother and dipped his hand back into the soapy water. I gave him a questioning look. The rest of the dirty dishes were on the counter next to my mother. His movements were quick as all of a sudden he tapped my nose with the soap filled finger. I dropped my jaw at him, amazed at his playful attitude. He looked amused as he watched me stare at him.
He grabbed another dish and began to wash it. My mom of course, didn't notice, not looking up from the dish she was drying. Leaning over, I grabbed a fistful of his sweatshirt and dug my face into it, wiping off the soap bubbles in the process.
His sweatshirt smelled so good and I found myself staying in that position longer than I intended to. I wasn't sure whether it was his head or, if my own imagination was getting the best of me and he kissed, but I felt something. That, I wasn't imagining.
Troy's Pov:
Doing the dishes for Ms. Montez, I mean Maria, was the least I could do. She probably spent a long time cooking that wonderful meal we just had. Plus, I do it everyday in my own house for my mother, so why should I stop just because I wasn't in my house?
After I finished washing one of the dishes, I put my pointer finger in the soapy water. Gabriella gave me a questioning look as I raised it. Not wanting her to stop me, I quickly swiped her nose with it. Her jaw dropped, I guess not believing that I actually did that. I winked at her before going back to washing the dishes.
While still working on getting the plate sparkling clean, I felt Gabriella grab my sweatshirt, and burry her head in my sweatshirt. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself.
Leaning over, I placed a kiss in her curls. It's still hard to believe that Gabriella accepted me as a friend. To tell you the truth I couldn't have found a better one. I knew we both felt completely comfortable with each other.
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