Attempt at Writing: Prompt 161

This came from prompt 161: Write a mini-story (100-250 words) that begins with "They had nothing to say to each other"

But, I managed to make it 359 words. Oh well. Do read and comment? Godkids are waiting to be given away.




They had nothing to say to each other. As the illicit chatter around them grew quiet at a glare from the librarian, the large room felt too small for her. Picking up a pen before letting it slip from her fingers only a moment later, she was radiating with nerves.


Clearing his throat, he fixed his gaze at her, only staring at the top of her dark head, wishing and waiting with every beat of his heart. His inner voice urged her to look up just so he could look away from those brown eyes. Just to hide the emotions in his.


She pulled out her tiny music player, clumsy too big fingers slipping at her attempt to find a song. A particular song that been playing around in her head the past week. Hearing him clearing his throat, by reflex she looked up at him, caught in his clear gaze.


Her eyes were wide and scared, he thought sadly, unable to wrench his eyes away from how her lower lip trembled ever so slightly. Supressing a sigh when she looked back down to her music player and notes, he looked around the room. Warm, cosy, shelves upon shelves of books.


Seeing a chance of distraction, she reached out and placed the player on his book, earphones plugged in readily. She held her gaze at the gadget as she saw his hands took the earphones before pressing the play button. She could just imagine the song and words tumbling into his ears and mind.


The moment he heard the words, he smiled, giving the song a chance to play out before pulling out the earplugs. Sliding his hand to the middle of the table, he gave a few taps with his fingers, bringing her eyes to his. Raising his hand, slowly but confidently he signed out four words.


I like you too.


She signed back, slowly for his benefit.


Truly?


"Yes,"


Thank God.


"You had nothing to worry about, silly"


Rolling her eyes, she looked down at her notes again before feeling his hand slip into hers. They had nothing to say to each other that couldn't be told with signing.