Noah looked at me and it clicked. He had been upset all morning because Alexei had been trying to get in touch with him too and, by the look I was getting, probably had. "Grace! I've been trying to get in touch with you all morning." Wow. He had been trying to talk to me and called Noah to see if I was with him. "I was out on a walk, sorry. What'd you need?" The line went silent. "I love you…" I heard him say quietly. I didn't mean to say it out loud, but I did. "Oh…" "What?" I heard Noah whisper to me. I held up a finger. "Well, Alexei, you're the one who ended it. We haven't been working out for months. It's not rea-" He cut me off saying, "Gracie, if you will get back together with me, I will come back home." I knew he meant it. I froze. "I-I'll have to think about it…" I said. "Okay...just let me know." I hung up.
Noah looked at me. "So…I think you know why I was upset." He said, his eyes cold. "Noah, I-" He sighed. "Gracie, don't. You'll just make it worse." I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just tell Alexei I was over him. I wasn't. Not yet, at least. "What'd he say to you?" I asked. He laid back, still balancing the ice on his ankle. "He was looking for you and I told him you were probably still asleep and he said that he wanted my help with something. So, I asked what. He said he wanted you back. That he regretted breaking up with you." Then, even though he was upset, he smirked. "Told you he would call today saying he wanted you back." I smacked him lightly on the arm.
I took the ice off his ankle and got him to take his shoe off. "Let's change subject. Noah, your ankle looks pretty swollen, you should probably get it checked out." I said. "Oh, I'll live." He sat up and leaned toward me, resting his forehead against mine. "Gracie, Do you want to be with Alexei?" He asked. I wasn't sure how to answer. I wanted to be with him. I loved him. But I had also been with Alexei for several months and thought that I loved him too. I sighed. "I...I don't think so…but I don't know.." I said, then whined, "And don't call me that, Noah." He tilted his head and kissed me.
I smiled and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute. "Imma call you whatever I wanna call you. If I wanna call you Grace, I'll call you Grace. If I wanna call you Gracie, I'll call you Gracie." He said with a smile. "Then I'll call you prince." He hated all the royalty drama that had been going on and had told me that he was glad that he wasn't in it. He jokingly glared at me. "Only if you'll be my princess." I felt myself blush.
He smiled his dashing smile. "That blush tells me that I win this time." I pushed him away. "Yeah...this time." I said sarcastically. He pretended to be hurt by that. I leaned forward and kissed him. Again. I pulled away and said, "You need to get that ankle looked at." I wasn't going to let the subject drop. He rolled his eyes. "Fine…" I smiled. "Come on." "Wait, now?" He asked, surprised. "Yeah, now. We'll have Jamie look at it if you'd rather do that." I said. Jamie wasn't a doctor, but he took a lot of first aid classes after he got stabbed. "Yeah, let's do that." He said.
We got up and walked down the stairs. "Jamie," I called. I heard him in the living room. I heard another voice in the room, someone I had never heard before. It was a girl. I heard Jamie shush her and then quickly get up and jog to the base of the stairs. "Yeah Grace?" I gave him a funny look and pointed to the couch, which wasn't yet in sight but he got the idea. His face turned bright red and he shook his head no. "Okay...well, Noah twisted his ankle and needs someone to look at it." "No I don't," Noah whispered from behind me. "Yes you do." Jamie looked at us and laughed. "Alright, Noah, come on. I'll take a look at your ankle so she'll leave you alone. I know how annoying she can be." He said teasingly. "Hey!" I yelled, laughing and then all three of us were laughing. It felt right. It felt like the world was perfect. Like there was no wrong. Like there was nothing that could break this moment.