what I’m doing, I’m attempting to have some fun.” I smile. I grab my purse, and she steps in front of me.
“Tell me, you know what you’re doing, Maddy.”
“No, I don’t. But I’m hoping I don’t make a fool of myself.”
“Why are you so fixated on this boy?”
“Why are you so against him? I like being around him, Andi. I can’t help it. There’s just something about him that appeals to me and I want to figure it out.” Hopefully it’s not too late.
“Well, be careful. He’s really the heartbreaking type.” God, she treats me as if I’m a child. I have to make my own mistakes; I have to fall in order to get back up. Her parents were always sheltering her from harm but that’s no life to live. Gotta get hurt in order to know what it’s like to heal. Not that this is in anyway a romantic notion. This is just advice for me. I nod and leave the apartment.
On the walk, ideas run through my head what to say, why I’ve been so distant. But I decide to leave that alone, unless he flat out asks. He probably hadn’t even noticed my absence in the midst of moving in and such. Derrick told me they went shopping for furniture, which made me laugh because I can’t help but wonder what happened to his bean bag chair idea. I walk down the sidewalk, through the trees and walking trail. I slow my pace when I round the corner right by his apartment. I can feel my nerves rattling inside my body. I haven’t been this nervous because of a guy in…well I don’t remember when. Why does it happen with Noah? What’s so special about him? I wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts and stand before apartment 129. I take a deep breath before knocking, really quietly at first. What a stupid idea this is. He may not even want to see me. I do a turnaround once, look around and knock again, harder.
After a few minutes of nothing, I almost walk away but then the door swings open and Noah is standing in the doorway, dressed in his boxer shorts. It takes me a minute to find my voice and look up from his chest muscles to his face. I may have been drooling, just a little. “Hi.” I try to smile. He looks surprised to see me but after a second, he finally smiles and it lights his eyes.
“Hi.” We both stand there, awkwardly. He finally opens the door to allow me inside. As I walk in, I notice how much more welcoming his apartment is than the first time I was here. Boxes are still stacked in the corner of the room next to the entertainment center. I see all the furnishings and then I chuckle when I spot the bean bag chair. I guess he still got one after all. “Sorry, this was a surprise. I’m not dressed for company.” I briefly meet his gaze. “Let me go get dressed.”
“It’s okay; I kind of just dropped by. I had plans, they fell through so I thought I’d come say hi.”
“Huh.” He walks to the kitchen.
“What?” I noticed his annoyance.
“Do you want something to drink?” I shake my head.
“Are you ever going to unpack?” I ask, half-jokingly. He presses his lips together, unsure how to respond. I stand there feeling like an idiot. “I see you got your bean bag chair.”
“Yeah, I decided to just get the furniture after all.” He grabs a glass and pours some juice. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“No thanks.” I sit down on the couch, uncomprehending his personality. He has no pictures on the walls; I can’t figure this guy out. He’s so secretive. I know there’s more to him than he wants us to know. I for one can understand his need to keep to himself. After my mom died, well I was seven, but when I hit my teens, I went through a phase where I just wanted to keep to myself too. We all go through a time like that in our lives, so I understand. But whether he wants to admit it or not, he needs a friend. You can’t go through life alone, it would suck.
“So what’ve you been up to?” He asks but then, he looks down at himself remembering he’s still half-dressed. “Um,
“Tell me, you know what you’re doing, Maddy.”
“No, I don’t. But I’m hoping I don’t make a fool of myself.”
“Why are you so fixated on this boy?”
“Why are you so against him? I like being around him, Andi. I can’t help it. There’s just something about him that appeals to me and I want to figure it out.” Hopefully it’s not too late.
“Well, be careful. He’s really the heartbreaking type.” God, she treats me as if I’m a child. I have to make my own mistakes; I have to fall in order to get back up. Her parents were always sheltering her from harm but that’s no life to live. Gotta get hurt in order to know what it’s like to heal. Not that this is in anyway a romantic notion. This is just advice for me. I nod and leave the apartment.
On the walk, ideas run through my head what to say, why I’ve been so distant. But I decide to leave that alone, unless he flat out asks. He probably hadn’t even noticed my absence in the midst of moving in and such. Derrick told me they went shopping for furniture, which made me laugh because I can’t help but wonder what happened to his bean bag chair idea. I walk down the sidewalk, through the trees and walking trail. I slow my pace when I round the corner right by his apartment. I can feel my nerves rattling inside my body. I haven’t been this nervous because of a guy in…well I don’t remember when. Why does it happen with Noah? What’s so special about him? I wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts and stand before apartment 129. I take a deep breath before knocking, really quietly at first. What a stupid idea this is. He may not even want to see me. I do a turnaround once, look around and knock again, harder.
After a few minutes of nothing, I almost walk away but then the door swings open and Noah is standing in the doorway, dressed in his boxer shorts. It takes me a minute to find my voice and look up from his chest muscles to his face. I may have been drooling, just a little. “Hi.” I try to smile. He looks surprised to see me but after a second, he finally smiles and it lights his eyes.
“Hi.” We both stand there, awkwardly. He finally opens the door to allow me inside. As I walk in, I notice how much more welcoming his apartment is than the first time I was here. Boxes are still stacked in the corner of the room next to the entertainment center. I see all the furnishings and then I chuckle when I spot the bean bag chair. I guess he still got one after all. “Sorry, this was a surprise. I’m not dressed for company.” I briefly meet his gaze. “Let me go get dressed.”
“It’s okay; I kind of just dropped by. I had plans, they fell through so I thought I’d come say hi.”
“Huh.” He walks to the kitchen.
“What?” I noticed his annoyance.
“Do you want something to drink?” I shake my head.
“Are you ever going to unpack?” I ask, half-jokingly. He presses his lips together, unsure how to respond. I stand there feeling like an idiot. “I see you got your bean bag chair.”
“Yeah, I decided to just get the furniture after all.” He grabs a glass and pours some juice. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“No thanks.” I sit down on the couch, uncomprehending his personality. He has no pictures on the walls; I can’t figure this guy out. He’s so secretive. I know there’s more to him than he wants us to know. I for one can understand his need to keep to himself. After my mom died, well I was seven, but when I hit my teens, I went through a phase where I just wanted to keep to myself too. We all go through a time like that in our lives, so I understand. But whether he wants to admit it or not, he needs a friend. You can’t go through life alone, it would suck.
“So what’ve you been up to?” He asks but then, he looks down at himself remembering he’s still half-dressed. “Um,
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