I don't own the Notebook, and besides, I'm just using there names.

"Noah?" My eyes creased into a squinting position.
"Can I come in?" He said slowly.
I stood, just looking at him for a couple of seconds and opened the door wider, My hand led him in as he dragged in mud.
"Do you want some food? I just made some pancakes."
"I don't know how long I'll be staying." He paused and looked down.
"Well, you must be hungry."
"Alright."
We walked into my kitchen and grabbed the syrup. He sat down slowly and gently glided the knife against the pancakes, spreading the butter.
I looked at him, studying his every move. As if to decide why he was at my house? Still watching him, I pushed my fork into my mouth, pulling it back out empty.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at me back. "I thought long and hard about what you said," He began. "At first I didn't get it. I was confused and didn't really understand what you were saying to me. But after staying up all night thinking, I came up with something."
"What are you saying?"
"Allie," He paused and looked down at his plate. "It took me a while to say this to you but I've let it wait to long."
My thoughts were running wild; my mind wanted him to say those three words. But I wasn't ready to hear him say it yet.

"Noah, you only had one night to think, and what right now, what I know is that what we both need is for you to go, to go home, to live your life as if I didn't say anything."

"Then why? Why did you come over to my house yesterday? Isn't this what you want?"
"Yes, but it's not what you want."
"You don't know that."
"I do, actually, I know you. And I know that, I know that you hate pancakes. So go home, eat some yogurt and play video games." I smiled lightly and stood up.
He didn't say anything, just watched me walk to the door. A few minutes pasted and I still stood alone. I watched him put another fork full of pancakes in his mouth and look back at me again.
I opened the door and waited another couple of minutes. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the handle. "Noah, come on."
"No, I'm enjoying my breakfast."
"Please." I closed my eyes for a second and looked at him pore more syrup on the side of his plate.

I heard the door shut and found myself outside. I stared at the house next door and walked up to the street. I looked down and say his mailbox. The rain was still poring and every breath I took I could see. The pressure of the rain opened the mailbox door open. Mail began to come out, getting soaked in the rain.
I paused, for the twentieth time this morning. He got the mail yesterday, didn't he? I saw him. I looked back at my front door and saw it open. Noah was pulling on his jacket and was chewing his last fork full. He looked up at me and walked up the drive way towards me. "Well, now that I'm done, I guess it's time for me to go."
"Mhm." I managed to mumble.
He stared at me then turned around slowly. He began to walk, once again down my street. The street I had seen him walk down millions of times before. But this time, a tear, not a rain drop rolled down my cheek. Without another thought my mouth took over. "Noah!"