I don't own Notebook, no worries.

The rain was coming down hard, but I kept

running. I saw him walk toward his door with

the mail inside his jacket and his hoodie

on. I ran faster as he got closer to the

door. My pajamas were short shots that said

Tink on the front and a tight white shit

that said HANSON on it. My feet began to

hurt as it hit the pavement hard with each

dropping step. My hair wet sticking to my

body like a leach to a leg, I approached his

door.

He was already inside, so I knocked

lightly scared that he might actually

answer. And even with the smallest of knocks

he opened the door. "What are you doing

here, you must be freezing?"

"No, the running made it hotter."

"You ran?"

"Yes, I needed to talk to you."

"Come on in, we'll get you dried up and

put your feet in hot water or something."

I nodded my head slightly and walked in;

he got a towel and put it around me as he

rubbed my back to dry me up.

I sat on the couch and mad myself

comfortable as he sat next to me. I looked

straight into his eyes and decided it was

time. It was the time in my life I had to

ask the one burning question that made even

my parents wonder.

Do you know why I'm moving when I turn

18?"

"Well I assume to get out of this town..."

"No I'm leaving to leave my life behind

me, why you might be asking yourself but

its simple... I'm leaving because this street

brings me to tears on its own. This house

even more when I pass it, I always have to

turn my head and look."

It was like I was telling him everything.

He just sat there watching me talk without

saying a word.

"I actually stood outside and waited for

you to come after me but you didn't, I saw

you outside and I came up here as fast as I

could. Do you finally get it? I tried to

tell you along time ago but I don't really

think you understood, at all."

"Oh... I see."

For some reason I think the Oh I see was

more of a, thing to just say a few words.

I got up of the couch, pushed my head to his

cheek and pecked it slightly and pulled the

towel off and walked home again in the

pouring rain.

As I got wet again, I reached my door and

went straight to my bed to lie down. My bed

got wet but I just faded away.

It was hard to contemplate what was going

on in his mind as I said all those things to

him. But I slept through the rest of the

night and held my pillow tight.

888Next Morning888

I got up and made myself some pancakes.

My mom at the river and my dad at his house

I was all alone for a week until my mom

would be back.

It was the begging of summer so Garret

would be here all of the 3 months.

I sat down and started to pour syrup all

over the top of the butter. The door bell

rang five times. So I got up yelling I'm

coming.

I walked to the door and there he was,

Noah. I shut the door and stood there a

minute then I reached for the handle.