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I woke up by a loud clap of thunder and a strike of lightening streaking outside my window. I reached over towards my nightstand and pulled out my I-pod and plugged the buds into my ears. I hit play on my favorite song and put it on full volume. I can't stand thunderstorms even the sound of rain makes it hard for me to sleep. I used to curl into Milo and fall asleep to the hum of his snores and the feel of his chest falling and rising in peaceful slumber. I sighed and pulled the covers up to my chin and tried to fall asleep to the sound of Barbara Streisand singing Kiss Me in the Rain. My favorite song of hers; which she sang so beautifully. It used to lull me to sleep or calm me down on my most stressed out days but now it seemed like a painful reminder of Milo and I's wedding song. I roughly flipped onto my other side away from the window.
After several more dreadful minutes I yanked the covers off and pulled on a pair of jeans and a random shirt form my closet. After I grabbed a hair tie and my coat and purse I was out the door. I really didn't know where I was going until I saw a kid with a Mo' hawk carrying his skateboard in hand as he marched through the rain. I was going to Puckerman Tattoo Shop. I hailed a cab and reached in my purse for my phone and when I saw the time I gasped. I was out hailing a cab to go see a tattoo artist I just met at 4:37 in the morning. But that was around the time I got the tattoo the other night so he should be there. When I finally got there I saw him outside his shop locking it up. I jumped out of the cab after paying the taxi driver and hurried over to him.
"Puck!" I yelled over to him from the sidewalk. As the rain poured down in sheets. My hair must looking like a shaggy dogs tail hanging limply from my head.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the convenient cover of his umbrella.
"I came to talk to you." at the confused and slightly scared expression on his face I decided to let my rant go. "Just here me out, okay? I thought a lot about what you said and I want to take you up on your offer! You know about the whole list thing. That I should make a list about all the things Milo hates and do all of them! Remember? And I thought since you know you did it with your ex. That you could help me with my list. So partners?" I said smiling brightly up at him.
"I really don't know where you got I would be willing to help you out withyourlist." He said staring down at me before a grin cracked his stern expression. "But I'm glad you're crazy enough to get that idea. Because you're right I am more than willing to help you out."
"This is awesome Puck!" I said jumping up and down pulling out my list from my pocket. "I already made the list and everything!"
"That's awesome Rachel. But do you think we could go to my place and work on this cause its kinda shitting its pants outside." He said smirking down at me with eyes glistening with mischievous thoughts.
"Language, Puck." I said scolding him for his crude word choice as I hooked my arm through his as he hailed a taxi.
"Actually, you can call me Noah." I arched my eyebrow at the suggestion of calling him by his given name but said nothing of it; Only recognizing it by smiling brightly up at him.
We arrived at his modern apartment in short time and climbed the stairs to his door. His place was roomy and nothing at all you would except of a tattoo artist with a Mo' hawk. The walls were a silky caramel color with red oak furnishings. Beautiful photography were incased in ornamented frames and his foyer was decorated with photos of him and his family she assumed.
"Luke! I'm home boy!" Noah said casually as he tossed his house keys on a nearby table. A couple seconds later you could hear big paws galloping down the halls and soon a chocolate lab bounded from the corner. Noah crouched down to greet this happy ball of energy. He ran straight to Noah and licked his face welcoming him home before jumping up and putting his paws on my shoulders and sniffing my face before giving it an approving lick. I rubbed behind his ears and after a few moments he jumped down and waited for me and Noah to walk into the rest of the apartment. He stood there whipping his tail joyously from side to side happy for Noah to be home.
"You remember me telling you I got a dog after the spilt right?" he said as he slid off his coat shaking it out slightly letting water drip down to the hardwood.
"Of course. I just don't remember you telling me he'd be this cute!" I said meaning every bit of it. Luke must have been the cutest dog I'd ever seen. His brown coloring mixed with his pink nose and toffee colored eyes. He wasn't too big to be over whelming but he wasn't short to the point which would make him look squatty. He was just in the middle which made him a good companion dog.
"Yea, he's a looker right? Follows after his daddy, right?" Puck cooed to the lab as Luke rubbed against Noah's leg and Noah smoothed back Luke's ears in a comfortable stroke. It was probably the most adorable thing I'd ever seen a grown man do. "Let's get started shall we?" he said gesturing toward the couch. I took a seat and Luke and Noah followed suit quickly; Luke lying down between Noah and I. I smiled and petted the top of Luke's head.
"So, let me see that list of yours." Puck said as I pulled the list from my pocket again. I handed it over to him and he smoothed it out with his thumbs before starting to read it.
"The waffles and subway are pretty easy. You just do it. But first you need to add things to this list. Like you said he hated your long hair, right? Grow it out." He said suggestively I nodded as I grabbed a pen from my purse and scribbled that in.
"And you already got a tattoo so you don't need to worry about that." He said scratching the back of his neck. "Mine was easy cause she hated so many things. Like I added my cologne, my mom, my religion, my guitar playing, my singing in the shower-" he said before I cut him off with my incessant babbling.
"Oh Oh! That is another thing Milo hated when I sang in the shower!" I said as I tried to resurface more memories of Milo. "Carnivals, red lipstick, gardenias, the fact that I have two dads, my favorite underwear, sharks, valentine's day, and my obsession with Barbara Streisand."
"I can make most of that work." He took the pen from my hand and under my "get longer hair" he wrote in.
Go to any carnival outside the city.
Wear red lipstick at least once a week.
Have gardenias in a vase in my kitchen.
Put a photo of my dads up and visit them often.
Wear my fav. underwear once a month.
Go swimming with sharks.
Have an overrated amazing valentine's day even if it is by myself.
Make a habit of singing Barbara Streisand songs in the shower.
After he finished he kissed the list and said ta-da! I smiled and looked down at the list grinning and nodding in approval.
"My recommendation is that we order your Taylor Swift tickets and see when she's in town. He pulled his laptop from its charger and googled and clicked on the first one that popped up. He typed in Taylor Swift concert tickets in the side bar and when it asked for where we lived he typed in New York. He pulled it up and when it said July 17th he smiled but clicked on the best seating options they had and asked me how many tickets where needed.
"Two. If you wanna go with me." I said smiling a kittenish smile as I looked at him then the screen.
"Hell ya, T-Swift is my favorite singer." He joked as he ordered two tickets for July 17th awhile away from rainy March but still worth the wait.
"Next, is puppy time." He said grinning ear to ear. "Any preferences for breed or gender?" he asked as his eyes shined with happiness.
A/N: again guys reviews are very very much appreciated! What did you guys think of this chapter? Thank you all again for the wonderful reviews. And the reviewer who gave the idea of Rachel meeting pucks doggie.:) you guys are awesome. Any more idea she can add to the list?