Aunt sue came home a little later with her arms full leaflets and tiny boxes.
"I got you some sample cakes!" sue exclaimed as she laid several varieties of mini sized cakes. She clapped her hands excitedly as she placed a fork in my hands. I smiled sadly as I took a scooped up a piece of red velvet. Then one after the other, carrot cake, chocolate and vanilla swirl, triple chocolate, almond pound cake, hazelnut chocolate glaze, pure vanilla and last of all caramel drizzle with walnuts. I nodded silently as I put the fork down and put a hand over my stomach stuffed.
"So, what do you think? Which one is your favorite?" she asked delighted to finally be planning the wedding. "For me I think I prefer the triple chocolate. But that just me you know I love my chocolate! I could scarf down ten chocolate bars without stopping. But that may be too much." She said taking the fork and scraping at the remains of the triple chocolate. "What do you think of the red velvet, that is simple and classic." She looked up to me for an answer.
"Yeah sure, red velvet sounds good to me. " I said as I thought about all me and Noah talked about. I saw the concern in her eyes and decided to think about Noah later and act cheerful. "Carrot cake is a little dry, chocolate and vanilla has an odd taste to me, triple chocolate was pretty good, almond pound cake was bland, hazelnut chocolate glaze was, to be honest, disgusting, pure vanilla is to simple, and caramel drizzle with walnuts I already know will not be eaten if anyone at the wedding has taste buds. So for sure the red velvet." Aunt sue nodded considering everything I had just said.
"Agreed except I thought the almond pound cake would be a nice fit." She said shrugging.
"It's a cake. Who cares what flavor it is!" I exclaimed as she pushed the chair out from the table and hopped down. Today had been too stressful and this stupid cake was a pain. "Ask Noah." I said as I stormed up the stairs. When I reached my room I closed it with a loud snap and collapsed against the door. I pushed my hands against my face frustrated with everything. I rolled my hands into fists and pounded them into the ground. I crumbled into a fetal position and comforted myself to sleep by humming my mother's song. I woke up to my Aunt sue calling for me to pick up the phone. I figured my Aunt sue called Santana so that she could help calm me down. I got up from the rug and snatched the phone form its carrier. I sniffled into the phone waiting for Santana's voice. But the raw voice that softly whispered my name through the phone was not Santana, It was Noah.
Puck's Point of View
"This is my fault." I whispered as I heard her suck in a breathe. I could practically feel the wet tears stream into the phone. They leaked from her chocolate globes and trickled into the phone were they found me. burning my skin and leave scars to remind me of all I've done to her. Her tears should not be shed for anyone who doesn't deserve it, especially me.
"yes, it is." She said softly.
"Please Rachel, forgive me." I begged through the phone, as tears choked in my throat. I need my best friend back. And it may seem selfish but I can't live with her hating me. It hurts to know she can't forgive me for what I did. And me loving her all those years when she despised him from a far for all these years, all those years were we could have been best friends.
"I can't." She said and the second she said it she knew it hurt him just as if she took a knife and stabbed him right in the chest. "At least not now; I need time to forgive you I need time to trust you again, Noah. you do can't be forgiven in a matter of days." She said gently trying to soothe him even though she had the same tear streaked face.
"Okay." I said biting back tears.
"Do you like red velvet cake?" Rachel asked timidly
"My favorite kind, why?" I asked curiously my eyebrows knitting together in question.
"That's what I was thinking for the cake." She said
"All the other flavors suck?" I asked a small smile playing on my lips.
"Yes." Rachel said I could practically see her smiling against the phone. Her brown hair hanging across her shoulders as she is hunched sitting on her bed. Her face red from the tears and eyes gleaming. But a smile lighting up her face, a smile that I would want to be the last thing I see when I die.
"Seems like the Rachel I remember hasn't changed a bit."
"Not as much as you." she said, "It's getting late, I'll see you tomorrow, Noah."
"Bye, Rach." Once he whispered the last line of the conversation he clicked the end button and fell back onto his bed. All he could think about when he laid in bed was she called him Noah. Maybe he could be forgiven.
Rachel's Point of View
As she clicked the off button on her phone she sat down on the her end couch. She dizzily let her head fall back against the plush pillows. But she couldn't fall asleep; she couldn't stop thinking about Noah and how he called her Rach. And how it felt like when they were back in eighth grade, how innocent Rach sounded coming from his lips.
a/n: a shorter chapter than usally but the next one will be longer! It's just been really crazy with finals and testing! Oh well reviews are very much loved!