Allie:
Everyday after that night Noah and I would spend everyday together doing whatever. We could be anywhere and would have fun. Of course we would bring Fin & Sarah along with us to join the fun. Noah and I couldn't live without each other.
One day we went to the river, Noah, Fin, Sarah, me & a few others guys. There was this long rope everyone would hold on to it , swing into the river then let go. It looked so fun. But scary at the same time it took me awhile to actually do it. So Noah offered to jump off with me. Dang did I like that he held on to the rope, and I held on to his neck.
One night just before dinner I decided I was going to paint a picture for Noah of course I didn't know what I was going to paint, but I knew it was going to be good. I waited impatiently for dinner to pass I wanted to hurry out & give the painting to Noah. After dinner I asked Momma and Daddy if I could take a ride, they said sure. I went strait to his house not stopping to see anything around me. When I got there Noah & Mr. Calhoun were on the front porch, Noah was reading something out loud. Poetry? It sounded like poetry. Huh…weird.
I listened carefully as his smooth silky voice keep steady as he read. It was beautiful. His father was nodding his head like he was agreeing to the poet or something.
"Not bad for Whitman." he said to Noah, "Hey, looks like we've got a visitor. Hello young lady." he greeted me as I was walking up the porch.
"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." I said guiltily because I just realized I should have called first.
"Oh no your fine. How may I help you?"
"Dad, this is Allie Hamilton." he said before I can answer Mr. Calhoun's question.
"Oh it's nice to meet you Allie."
"Nice to meet you too Mr. Calhoun."
"Mr. Calho- what am I old or something?" I giggled sweetly. "You can call me Frank. Come in, have a seat." He was a very polite man, tall, charming. He reminded me a lot of Noah, just a with wrinkles around his mouth and one his forehead. With old teeth not very strait and missing one on the side, and a little discolored.
"Okay, thank you."
"Well she is pretty, son."
"Yes."
"A lot prettier than you let on." he said muffled just clear enough for us to hear. He did that on purpose.
"Oh is that right?"
"Oh it's not right. Don't believe anything he says, that old fart."
"Anyways, I brought you something Noah."
"Really what is it?" Frank asked, he beat Noah to the punch. "Let's have a look." I handed him the painting, he took it a little to fast. "Did you do this?"
"Yes, sir."
"My, my."
"What? You don't like it?" I said jokingly.
"Actually, I love it, It's just that Noah's mother loved to paint. She painted almost everyday…You know what she drew a picture just like this one. Very, very similar. Would you like to see it?"
"Yes, I loved to." As we walked up the stairs . Mr. Calhoun gave me tons of compliments.
"From the stories I hear about you. You don't seem like the girl to paint."
"Yes, sir I know no one would believe me if I told them I did."
"Well Noah and I do."
"True." When we got up to the room he walked over to the fireplace and pointed to the painting. Wow. It looked exactly like mine! While I looked at it frank told me tons of stories about her. Then he finally got to the part about the painting. He told me what we painted was this little meadow by this house Noah wants to buy and renovate it.
"I could take you there if you'd like."
"I'd love to." We drove down this short narrow road. It would have looked scary any other time but when I was with Noah, nothing scared me. When we finally got to the house he said.
"This is it."
"Wow…it's ..um…big."
"Yea a big piece of crap."
"But you are going to fix it up. So I know it will look a lot better."
"I hope so. Ya want to go in?"
"Sure." When we got inside I saw this piano. So me miss I don't ask I just do walked over and started playing. I just learned it in piano lessons. It's my favorite. It sounded quit like the song Noah hummed to me that night. He listened to me for awhile, then he walked over and started kissing my neck.
"I can't play when your doing that." He got more and more intense. Oh no…we're going to do it.
I turned the seat around to kiss him back. Then we got into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his tangled his fingers through my hair. Then he undid the buttons on the front of my dress, one by one.