SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Hear My Voice. Pt. 3

Scott

Teach you?

Sing for me.

I nod and think of a good song.

"Every day is so wonderful,"

"Then suddenly, it's hard to breathe."

"Now and then, I get insecure,"

"From all the pain,"

"I'm so ashamed."

"You are beautiful, no matter what they say,"

"Words can't bring you down,"

"You are beautiful in every single way."

"Words can't bring you down,"

"So don't you bring me down today."

I lock my eyes with his, watching the tears roll down his face.

"Beau... Be... Beautiful...?"

I feel tears fill my eyes again. "Yes, beautiful."

"You. Your... voice... is... beautiful."

"Thank you." I say with a smile.

"Teach me to sing."

I nod. "Move your voice up and down. Can you hear this?"

I sing a straight tone.

"You try."

He matches pitch right off the bat.

"Uh, wow, okay."

"Good?"

"Yes, very good."

"Try this."

I sing a run.

He copies the run.

"Holy shit..." I mumble under my breath.

"Sh-"

"No! No, don't say that." You might get in trouble.

Sorry. He signs.

I have your notes. Copy them?

He nods and we get started on our homework.

I shoot a text to our friend Kirstie.

To: K: I have to call you later. I have something important to tell you.

**

"What do you mean he can sing? He's been deaf his whole life!" (A/N: autocorrect keeps changing "deaf" to "dead" lmao)

"I don't know, Kirst. He told me to teach him how to sing and he copied my run perfectly."

"I've gotta hear him. Where is he, anyway?"

"He has speech during lunch on Thursdays. I'll talk to Mrs. J about it."

The bell rings and I go to my next class.

At the end of the day I notice a second application for our Singing Supper in my book bag.

@ god thank you.

I go outside and see Mitch.