The town that we could call our own
The first thing Noah Puckerman noticed when he entered the town of Lima, were the billboards. When Noah was young, graphitti covered the succulent junk food posters that welcome you to that insignificant town of Ohio. But now, Lima was looking quite sophisticated; the billboards showed banks, Japanese restaurants and travelling agencies. It looked awfully posh next to the newly built and extremely expensive apartments in the citycenter.
His band had broken up about 3 weeks ago. They had raw talent, but no ambition. They were just a bunch of bored losers singing about how much they missed their reckless car-stealer cheerleader-banging days. They weren't going anywhere anyway.
Puck didn't know where to go, or who to call. But one thing did he know, he needed a drink, anywhere. No, actually not. He needed a freezing beer at Philly's bar.
When he got there, everything seemed out of place. Was he really that old? No, he wasn't. He was only 26. So why had everything changed so much. He hadn't even had time to settle, to think straight and start a new life.
A beautiful girl sat right next to him. Her hair was like a shiny black waterfall over her shoulders. She was wearing a basic blue T-shirt, black jeans and flipflops, but the way she moved made her look more elegant and unreachable than all the other girls in party dresses in the bar.
'Can I buy you a drink?' – Puck offered.
'I'm not thirsty.' – She replied. Her black eyes were glued to Puck's face, as if she was studying him. Then she smirked, while he looked marvelled at her.
'Come on. What's your name?' – He playfully asked.
'These days, I can't seem to remember' – She mysteriously added. 'I was hoping you could help me find out' – she whispered in his ear.
An hour later, not much conversation in between, Puck was lying down in her bed. She was kissing him so much he couldn't even breathe. It was good, Puck thought, to feel loved. Even if it meant breaking someone's heart. She didn't mind anyway. It had always been that way. Feelings must be left apart, they do you no good. That was why they couldn't be together. And it was why they couldn't be apart for very long, either. No matter who they dated, they could never be with someone like they were when they were together. It was complicated. She didn't understand. Better yet, she didn't want to understand. And knowing that there would always be that invisible line, that connexion that drew them back together haunted her.
- 'I missed this. I missed you. Every single day.' – Santana said before she fell asleep.