Allie

Allie sat alone in her room, in Charleston. So far away from him, she couldn't stand it. She had left yesterday without getting to say goodbye to him. They left on a bad note and she had hoped that Fin told him that she was sorry. She was still in her pajamas, she hadnt left her room all day. All she did was cry and think of Noah.

I didn't think it would that bad, I'm clueless to why I did this to what I had.

She could hear her mother coming in and out of the house, getting the mail or coming home from a charity event. Either one, she didn't know, she hadnt been out to see her parents all day. Allie stood up and sprinted out of her room, going downstairs to see her mother. Though, in the back of her head she knew it would lead to another argument about Noah. How he was poor, and not good enough for her. Allie didn't care about the money Noah didn't have, she cared about him.

"Momma?" Allie asked as she walked into the dining room. Her mother was sitting and reading the mail. Allie couldn't help but hope that somewhere in that pile of mail was a letter from Noah. Mrs. Hamilton could see the hopeful look on her daughters face as she eyed the mail.

"There's nothing in here from him, so there's no point in askin'." She said, her daughter looked at her with distain. Almost a burning hatred.

"Mrs. Solhiems daughter is home from vacation, why don't you two get together and do somethin' fun?" Allie's mother said, Allie just looked at her quickly and then walked back upstairs to her room.

Later that night, Allie and Marty Solhiem were out on the town. Allie faked her happiness throughout the night. The town was busy, and teenagers were every which way. Allie almost broke down everytime she saw a cute couple in coffee houses or on the street. All throughout the night she was bombarded by thoughts of Noah.

"Hey Allie, I want you to meet somebody." Marty said excitedly. Allie turned and looked and saw Marty standing with a tall, masculine guy. He seemed like the type that would completely control every aspect of her life. But, there was nothing wrong with being polite.

"Hi, I'm Miles." He said, as he held out his hand to shake hers. Allie shook it with a smile on her face. This time, it wasn't completely fake. Maybe it was okay to move on. She figured she would never see Noah again anyway, so why not meet new people.

"I'm Allie." She said. This boy was attractive and seemed nice enough. He opened the door for her when they went to get ice cream cones, so at least he was somewhat gentlemenly. However, in the back of Allie's mind was always Noah's face. Staring at her with his simple adoration, and smiling at her with love.

And I'm stuck with these blood shot eyes, should I go back to you when he's finally at my side? No I don't think I will.

Allie was torn.