Disclaimer- I don't own "The Notebook." In this Story, I'm only using their names. I will be changing the characters; Noah will be related to Lon.
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Noah lived right down the street from me for years. We met by his brother Lon; we were young and shy. It was summer and school was about to be let out. Me in my flowery dress holding my markers tight he walked through the door. Lon introduced us and looked at us as if we would be the next Brad and Jen. I looked out the window to shy to look at him and saw the pink sky. Him looking at the ground with his little hat on his head. His hair was blonde and eyes so blue; he looked up at me for a second and back down again. I put my hand out next to his, "Hi, I'm Allie."
After that day we talked all the time and we saw each other everyday. As we grew up and went through what every other kid goes through, he got glasses and my gap in my teeth went away. Everything was changing from what we did to how we behaved.
When we were young and naive he would do all my girly obsessions, like Barbie's and house. To tell you the truth I think that he enjoyed them a little. I would also play GI Jo with him and hiding goes seek. We'd jump on his bed or mine at that, and ride our bikes down the street. My scardy cat ways were always with me. "Allie, just play catch with me." He'd always try to get me to do new and improved things.
"Alright, but I've been hit in the head with balls and I don't like it. So don't hurt me." Every sentence I said was in a smile.
"I won't hurt you unless you hurt yourself."
We walked outside and he grabbed his ball. He went into the street and I stood next to the car in the driveway. He threw the ball only two times before the accident happened. Now don't get scared it wasn't a car hitting someone, it was more like a ball hitting a nose. He threw it to me and I saw it going toward his mom's car. I jumped for it and instead of catching it, it hit me right in between my eyes.
My dad came and yelled at Noah. I felt bad knowing it wasn't his fault at all. It was my own; I kept my hands apart at my face. I went home that day and sat on the floor in my room. There were things all over the floor and the broken door off my Barbie house that Noah broke.
My mom came in my room and looked at my nose to make sure it was all right. "Honey dinner is ready."
"I'll be out in a second." At that time I was only 9. My whole life ahead of me. Everything I once knew gone, at the time in my life that I was four I almost died and then there was Noah. Every time someone in my family was mad at him I just though about the past and how much the angels wanted us together. It sounds so naive and stupid but he was my god sent.
Years went by and we were still best friends experiencing new things. He liked one of my friends and constantly talked about how beautiful she was and how much he thought that they would make it. But one thing wrong with that was she didn't like him. She thought he was a dork and had once said to me, "I would never date him, and he's just a friend."
My friends dated him and I began to have a little crush. Everyone told him how I felt and he just ignored him or her. As I watched my best friend get older as the years went by. I knew we would be best friends forever. Something that would always be there was the change of personality, it traveled my mind and made me feel that this friend that I loved would always be there so I could lean on him. That his shoulder would never leave my cheek. That day came when he walked me home. That day that the realization came into the picture.
I sat in my room for days and cried every night. The words that haunted my dreams, the words he said went down to my heart and straight to my ears.
"Hey Allie? We need to talk."
"What's wrong?"
"Well it's one of those things that you can't bring yourself to say." Noah said. He jerked back a little and stopped.
He was walking me home from the bus stop like he did everyday and gave me the worst news. I thought that I would never see him again.
"I'm moving with my mom to San Diego."
"Oh, well you'll come back to see your dad right?"
"Yeah, I will."
I had the smallest amount of hope inside. My heart told me that I was only the neighbor right down the street. My thoughts weren't thinking about anything. I put away my clothes and walked out the door. I went to school and did the work, as usual didn't do my homework until 9p.m. And didn't do it alone. My dad helped me, and I didn't listen. I thought about Noah and how I might never see him again.
When he moved, two years went by and I had forgotten his face and all the freckles on his nose.
888Flashback888
Noah lived right down the street from me for years. We met by his brother Lon; we were young and shy. It was summer and school was about to be let out. Me in my flowery dress holding my markers tight he walked through the door. Lon introduced us and looked at us as if we would be the next Brad and Jen. I looked out the window to shy to look at him and saw the pink sky. Him looking at the ground with his little hat on his head. His hair was blonde and eyes so blue; he looked up at me for a second and back down again. I put my hand out next to his, "Hi, I'm Allie."
After that day we talked all the time and we saw each other everyday. As we grew up and went through what every other kid goes through, he got glasses and my gap in my teeth went away. Everything was changing from what we did to how we behaved.
When we were young and naive he would do all my girly obsessions, like Barbie's and house. To tell you the truth I think that he enjoyed them a little. I would also play GI Jo with him and hiding goes seek. We'd jump on his bed or mine at that, and ride our bikes down the street. My scardy cat ways were always with me. "Allie, just play catch with me." He'd always try to get me to do new and improved things.
"Alright, but I've been hit in the head with balls and I don't like it. So don't hurt me." Every sentence I said was in a smile.
"I won't hurt you unless you hurt yourself."
We walked outside and he grabbed his ball. He went into the street and I stood next to the car in the driveway. He threw the ball only two times before the accident happened. Now don't get scared it wasn't a car hitting someone, it was more like a ball hitting a nose. He threw it to me and I saw it going toward his mom's car. I jumped for it and instead of catching it, it hit me right in between my eyes.
My dad came and yelled at Noah. I felt bad knowing it wasn't his fault at all. It was my own; I kept my hands apart at my face. I went home that day and sat on the floor in my room. There were things all over the floor and the broken door off my Barbie house that Noah broke.
My mom came in my room and looked at my nose to make sure it was all right. "Honey dinner is ready."
"I'll be out in a second." At that time I was only 9. My whole life ahead of me. Everything I once knew gone, at the time in my life that I was four I almost died and then there was Noah. Every time someone in my family was mad at him I just though about the past and how much the angels wanted us together. It sounds so naive and stupid but he was my god sent.
Years went by and we were still best friends experiencing new things. He liked one of my friends and constantly talked about how beautiful she was and how much he thought that they would make it. But one thing wrong with that was she didn't like him. She thought he was a dork and had once said to me, "I would never date him, and he's just a friend."
My friends dated him and I began to have a little crush. Everyone told him how I felt and he just ignored him or her. As I watched my best friend get older as the years went by. I knew we would be best friends forever. Something that would always be there was the change of personality, it traveled my mind and made me feel that this friend that I loved would always be there so I could lean on him. That his shoulder would never leave my cheek. That day came when he walked me home. That day that the realization came into the picture.
I sat in my room for days and cried every night. The words that haunted my dreams, the words he said went down to my heart and straight to my ears.
"Hey Allie? We need to talk."
"What's wrong?"
"Well it's one of those things that you can't bring yourself to say." Noah said. He jerked back a little and stopped.
He was walking me home from the bus stop like he did everyday and gave me the worst news. I thought that I would never see him again.
"I'm moving with my mom to San Diego."
"Oh, well you'll come back to see your dad right?"
"Yeah, I will."
I had the smallest amount of hope inside. My heart told me that I was only the neighbor right down the street. My thoughts weren't thinking about anything. I put away my clothes and walked out the door. I went to school and did the work, as usual didn't do my homework until 9p.m. And didn't do it alone. My dad helped me, and I didn't listen. I thought about Noah and how I might never see him again.
When he moved, two years went by and I had forgotten his face and all the freckles on his nose.
