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.
