Cello Girl

“Hey!” She was smiling, feeling more reassured at her sisters words. “Don’t hate on the cello, you know it’s my baby. I just…have no idea what I can do about all my stress. The therapy isn’t exactly working.”

"Do you really think that's a good idea for me?" She paused for a moment, taking in the words. "Writing music is what calms me the most though, you know I'm totally uncoordinated. The only thing I could take up is meditation, and that's because you can do it without moving."

"Hey!" She was smiling, feeling more reassured at her sisters words. "Don't hate on the cello, you know it's my baby. I just...have no idea what I can do about all my stress. The therapy isn't exactly working."

Maya/Zig

“A rebellious dork? I guess that has a certain ring to it.” She smiled up at him before shifting her shoulders a little at his words, averting her eyes from him. “Um, yeah, you could get some real food for you. I haven’t really been all that hungry lately.” Her smile faded as her lips twisted into a thin line. “I don’t know, I guess it’s just the anxiety, doesn’t leave you with much of an appetite after you have an episode.”

“I should hope so,” He teases, right back at her.  “That one, took me all day to come up with, and I consider it to be some of my finest work.” He jokes, giving a slight chuckle.  “You haven’t…?” He glances down at her, worriedly.  “Are you…worried about the break in?” All at once, his doubt, and anxiety comes rushing back.  “Maya, what’s going on?”

She smiled weakly at his command, glad that he could still make her happy when she was feeling so much anxiety. "No, it's no big deal, Zig. We have to worry about you, not me. I mean the anxiety stuff, it's old news. It's nothing another therapy session can't fix." She quickly brushed her hair behind her ear in embarrassment, hoping he didn't think she was worrying too much.

Maya/Zig

“I’m really surprised you called me rebellious at all considering how dorky I am, you delinquent” she teased, sticking out her tongue at him. After locking the door and slipping her keys into her pocket, she lightly grabbed onto his arm again as they walked. “Come on, aren’t you craving ice cream right now?” She coaxed, looking up at him pleadingly. “Chocolate’s your favorite, you must be craving chocolate.”

“Well, you can be a mixture of the two, at times.” He teased her back.  “You’re a rebellious dork.” He teased her, as he followed her out the door.  “Well, yeah.” He admitted, with a small shrug.  “I have to admit, you are preying on my deepest weakness, right now.” He joked.  “But, we also need to get some real food, as well.”

"A rebellious dork? I guess that has a certain ring to it." She smiled up at him before shifting her shoulders a little at his words, averting her eyes from him. "Um, yeah, you could get some real food for you. I haven't really been all that hungry lately." Her smile faded as her lips twisted into a thin line. "I don't know, I guess it's just the anxiety, doesn't leave you with much of an appetite after you have an episode."

Maya/Zig

"I'm really surprised you called me rebellious at all considering how dorky I am, you delinquent" she teased, sticking out her tongue at him. After locking the door and slipping her keys into her pocket, she lightly grabbed onto his arm again as they walked. "Come on, aren't you craving ice cream right now?" She coaxed, looking up at him pleadingly. "Chocolate's your favorite, you must be craving chocolate."

Maya/Zig

“Well I like teaching you about it” she admitted. Maya looked down at his comment, her lips unconsciously curving into a smile. “Well you know me, cute and dorky” she replied, shutting the pantry before clapping her hand over her mouth and giggling a little. “Actually, I’m pretty sure my cello has more curves than I do…” She turned to Zig afterwards. “Hey, do you want to go get something to eat? My mom’s working late tonight and won’t be able to pick up any food for us.”

“It was really fun learning about it, surprisingly.” He admitted.  He never thought that he would actually enjoy learning about cello anatomy, but living with Maya, he was finding himself more and more surprised by the day.  “Aw, come on.” He gently assured her, and even though, a part of him knew that she was probably teasing, he also couldn’t help but think back to their freshman year, when she had gotten a makeover.  “Yeah, that sounds good.” He gave a nod of his head.  “Where should we go?”

“Yeah, but I don’t mind very much. I’m little, but I have a big heart!” She smiled happily at him before shrugging her shoulders. Walking over to the coat closet and grabbing her jean jacket, she slipped it on. “I don’t know, I’m kind of in the mood for ice cream, aren’t you? We could always raid the ice cream aisle in the supermarket. We need to take advantage of my mom being absent, which means ice cream!” She giggled and grabbed his arm, walking towards the door.

Maya/Zig

She let out a laugh, nodding her head in agreement at his comment. “I know, I just always name my instruments and give them genders…it’s just an embarrassing habit that I’ve been doing since I was little.” At his reaction, she hoped he was actually interested and not messing around with her. “Well, a girl cello is shorter, but it’s also wider and has curves on it. You know, sort of like girls have curves I guess.” She couldn’t help but smile in amusement. “There’s your highly certified lesson on instrument anatomy.”

“I think it’s kind of a cute habit, actually.” He admitted, honestly.  “It’s cute, and sort of dorky, so it fits you.” He teased her, with a small smile.  He leaned forward, slightly, intrigued by her explanation of ‘girl’ cellos.  “That actually kind of makes sense.  I’d never thought of it like that, before.”

"Well I like teaching you about it" she admitted. Maya looked down at his comment, her lips unconsciously curving into a smile. "Well you know me, cute and dorky" she replied, shutting the pantry before clapping her hand over her mouth and giggling a little. "Actually, I'm pretty sure my cello has more curves than I do..." She turned to Zig afterwards. "Hey, do you want to go get something to eat? My mom's working late tonight and won't be able to pick up any food for us."