Apartment 311

Ch | 85

*a/n: Noah's job is actually under Athletic training, so I will be going back and making that small correction. I said physical therapy/sports trainer thinking it was all the same because I'm stupid and forgetful but I knew what I meant! Tomatoe, tomato.*

Season Ten
Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Eighty-five: "Back to reality"

I left Rick's - well Asia's place - after Em called me over. She said it was an emergency but really, it was just a new dog.

We had just got back home, probably been back in LA for a day - Gael, Cass, Brooklyn, and I. But I could've stayed on the island forever.

The Playroom was a thing of the past and it felt like one of the best decisions I've made yet.

After hitting up Frank's for a session, I went back home. Well, I actually stoped at the grocery store to get frozen peas. Yes, for Brooklyn's ass. She's just being dramatic, though, I think.

As I jogged out of the elevator, I ran into Michael. Awkward. . .

"Michael?" I asked if that was him to be sure.

He turned slightly. "Noah! Hey, how are ya?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking his hand.

"I'm good, how are you? What are you doing back in town?"

He stammered, looking clammy as we held up the hallway.

"I was looking for Brooklyn, actually. Have you seen her?" he asked me.

"Uh, no. Not today. Why?"

"I need to talk to her, it's important, and she's not answering my calls or texts."

I snickered. "She's been feeling a little... under the weather lately."

Michael peeked in my brown paper bag. "Oh. Is that what the groceries are for?"

"For who?"

He looked at me crazy. "For Brooklyn? I see you have peas."

"I hate peas," I said, completely out of it.

"Yes, I asked if they're for Brooklyn; you said she's not feeling well."

Duh, Noah. "Oh, shit! Yeah, she'll be fine."

"But I thought you haven't heard from her?" He questioned me like a true father.

I stopped and stared blankly. After an excruciatingly long pause, I said, "Well anyway, I should get inside before, you know, this shit melts. See you, Michael."

"We'll have to meet up before I leave," he said, starting to walk towards the elevator.

I turned and waved stiffly. "Yeah, anytime. Rick's available actually," I mumbled, "why don't you bother him?"

As I dug for my keys, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Do you have a minute? I need to talk to someone about this," he sighed.

I closed my eyes and slouched, annoyed. "Sure," my jaw clenched. "What's up?"

Brooklyn's father tilted his head to point to a corner where we could talk more privately.