Left your t-shirt in my room

Still smells of you

And the picture you hung on the door

Lay smashed, picture perfect

It explains now, clearly

Nothing left but a memory

Pretending everything is right, to make it better

I hide my make-up, smeared eyes

To show that I'm fine

Make-up, Smeared Eyes, Automatic Loveletter

Disclaimer: I don't own Hush, Hush or Crescendo. They all belong to Becca Fitzpatrick.


Author's Note: I'm changing a bit of the details in Crescendo, so instead of being 16, Nora is 18 and in her Senior year of High School.

I'm re-uploading this story. I started it almost four years ago and I want to finish it, but I don't want to start posting new chapters until I fix the old ones.


Nora's POV

I had been working 2 hours straight. Enzo's was jammed to the walls and people kept strolling in. the only good thing about that was the tips. So far I had made 50 bucks and counting. I heard one of the cooks call me "Nora, your orders up." I carefully picked up the two plates. As I walked across the pit, I caught one of the hostesses. She pointed to a newly seated table on the balcony. I gave her a quick nod.

"One Ceaser salad and one prime rib sandwich." I said placing the plates on the table in front of a young couple. "Enjoy your meal."

Jogging up the steps leading to the balcony, I stopped midstride. Marcie Millar was directly ahead, seat one of my tables. Along with her were Vee, Rixon, and Patch. Patch looked up to see what Marcie was staring at. A smirk crossed his lips. It was too late for me to turn back now. Taking my meal order pad out of my back pocket, I walked up to their table.

"Well it's about time. We've been waiting long enough." Marcie said.

"Can I get you something to drink? Our special tonight is the strawberry mango smoothie." I said looking at Patch. I struggled to keep my voice steady. It had only been a week since I had broken up with Patch and here he was. Was he flaunting his new relationship with Marcie in front of me?

"Four Sprite's should be good." he said

"Make that three." Marcie said "Do you have anything that without calories?" She said looking at me.

"Water." I said, trying to hide the snarkness in my tone. I heard Vee and Rixon both snickering on their side of the booth.

"Was that supposed to be a joke? I don't think you get paid to joke. Just get me water. And hurry before you upset me even more."

Walking away, I heard the hostess call my name. She signaled to another table in my section. I gave her a quick nod before returning to the kitchen to place the orders. Returning to Marcie's table with the drinks, I heard Patch's voice.

"You don't have to talk to her like that."

"Why do you care?" She said

"Does it matter?"

He stopped and looked at me.

"Are you ready to order?" I asked looking around the table.

"I am, I want Shrimp Pasta" said Vee.

I looked at Rixon. "Turkey sandwich."

Patch and Marcie were exchanging serious glances.

"Could you give us a minute." He said.

"Sure."

I walked away. Heading towards my other table, I took out my notepad. There was one guy sitting at the table. Looking up, I instantly recognized his face. He must have realized I saw standing there. Looking up, he smiled.

"Drew?" I said, suprised. He laughed.

"It's good to see you to, long legs." he said, eyeing me up and down.

"You know I hate it when you call me that." I said, relaxing. He had that same arrogant tone he'd always had. I hadn't seen him since we'd broken up. That was almost two years ago.

"Yeah well, I can't help it." he said as his eyes met mine. "But then again there is that other nickname." he said smirking "Rogue."

"Why are you here, Drew? I doubt you came all the way here to see me." I said, returning my notepad to my pocket.

"Why is it so hard to believe I came all the way to Coldwater to see my favorite ex-girlfriend?"

"Seriously, Drew I have other tables."

"Okay, calm down and I'll tell you."

"I'm waiting." I said, glancing at Marcie's table. She and Patch were in a heated argument.

"I need your help."

"Can this wait until I get off?"

"Sure. What time?"

"Seven."

Rising from the table, Drew placed 20 bucks in my small apron and kissed my cheek."See you soon, long legs."

Glancing at Patch a second time, I noticed he was looking at me, and more importantly Drew. If looks could kill, Patch would have killed Drew three times over. Running up the stairs, I saw Marcie storming through the exit door. What had their argument been about? Returning to the table, I saw Vee and Rixon rising from their seats.

"What happened?" I asked

"Rain check." Rixon said.

"Vee?" I asked

"I'll call you later, babe."

Patch rose from his seat. "Sorry about that" he said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a 50 dollar bill.

"That should cover the drinks. Keep the change."

"Thanks. I don't suppose your gonna tell me what happened?"

"Nothing to tell. Marcie's just a handful at times."

"You would know, being her guardian and all." I said. I still hadn't forgiven him for leaving me on my doorstep after I told him I loved him.

"You know I have no control over that."

"Whatever." I was getting annoyed.

As nice as this conversation has been, I gotta go." he said, glancing at his watch.

"You do that." And with that, I walked away, without looking back.

If he wanted Marcie, he could have her. I didn't care. I could move on, he did. Obviously. I felt the tears welled up, begging to be released. No. I refused to cry over him. He didn't deserve my tears. He left me without a word. He refused to explain anything to me.

My shift ended one hour later. I walked out the exit doors of Enzo's and was greeted by a shiny black car. Opening the door, I saw Drew's smiling face.

"So, why do you need my help?" I asked.


Patch's POV

Looking at the clock for the first time in hours, I noticed it was 7:02. I waited for her. She seemed upset. She thinks I don't love her. If only she knew. Why didn't she understand? The Archangels reassigned me to Marcie. I had no control over that. If she didn't understand now, I would make her. I had to explain to her what was going on. If I didn't, she'd do something stupid and get herself hurt. Like before. But isn't that why I love her? Nora's so stubborn, but in some way I find it cute and adorable. It's been a long time since I've had these feelings.

She walked out of the restaurant, finally. I saw her from across the street. I had to explain things to her. But before I could open the door of the Jeep, she had already climbed into a black car. I recognized it from earlier. It belonged to the guy she talked to earlier. He had kissed her. I doubt she was dating him. Whether she was or not, I would get her back. I would regain her trust. I didn't know how, but I would. I'd do whatever it took to get her back.


Nora's POV

As I closed the door to Drew's car, I couldn't help but notice the Jeep Commander sitting accross the street.