ARIANA'S P.O.V
I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when my iPhone starts to ring. Greedily, I jump off my bed, checking to see if it is Noah. Nope, it's just Maria. I press the green "answer" button and say, "Hello?"
Maria's voice is loud on the other end as she screams, "Ready for graduation today?!" I cringe. Her voicebox must be energized today. "I don't know," I reply. I honestly don't. My whole plan for how to look on graduation day is to wear my mom's white prom dress and curl my hair with a curler. Maria sighs. "Need help?"
I nod and realize she can't see me. I instantly turn red. Why am I so retarded? I think to myself.
"Yes, please," I reply. Maria clicks her tongue. "Kay." And she hangs up.
A few minutes later, I hear the doorbell ring. "Ari!" Mom yells from downstairs, "Maria is here!"
"Coming!" I yell back. I open my door and race down the steps, wearing sweat pants and a shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. I see Maria standing with my mom as they talk. I clear my throat. Maria finally notices me and says, "Come on, Ari. We need to give you a makeover."
She leads the way to my room and I follow her like a stray dog. Once we get to my room, she slams the door. We don't mind, Maria is known for her rough ways.
She unzips her sidebag and pulls out a bunch of makeup. From Covergirl to Maybelline, she almost has every kind of makeup. Sometimes I wonder if it is her hobby to collect cosmetics.
She blows a big pink bubble from her gum and pops it. "Now, I'm gonna make you hot tonight, babe. I wanna see how Noah reacts."
Yes, I told her about Noah. She took it well because it was Maria who told me to do the dare, anyway.
I blush. "Um, that's not necessary--"
Maria waves it off. "Just let the fairy do her magic."
I roll my eyes and we both laugh.
15 minutes later, I look like a goddess. My eyelashes are long, and black and beautiful. The bronzer really makes my face glow and the white and gray eyeshadow contrast, and adds a great glittery effect. The light pink blush is only a little, but it is noticable. My shiny red lips glimmer in the light. I twirl around in my white dress. It is long and cover my shoes. It is strapless and shows my boobs, leaving a small but noticable cleavage. In the middle of my waist, there are two silver glittery straps which intersect each other.
I feel like fucking Cinderella, and that Maria is my fairy godmother.
I squeal and hug Maria with all my energy. She groans. When I let go of her, she falls back to my bed. "Don't kill me before I graduate," she adds. I roll my eyes as mom comes into my room, carrying two glasses half filled with white wine. She immediatly drops them, soaking my carpet. "Mom!" I gasp. But she stares at me in awe. Suddenly, her eyes well with tears. She rushes to me and hugs me tightly. I can feel her tears on my bare shoulders, and her body slightly shaking.
After a few minutes, she releases me, taking a few breaths. "Sorry I spilled the wine," she says, looking at the mess. It is already starting to dry. "Don't worry about it mom," I smile. Tears slip down her eyes. Maria looks very uncomfortable. "I'll be downstairs," she squeaks. We both nod at her as she exits my room.
Mom sits on my bed and I sit next to her. "I'm also sorry about my little outburst. It's just that," she chokes on her words. "It's just that.... My baby is growing up so fast!" She starts to sob in her hands again. My face turns crimson but I hug her. "It's okay mom. That's what you wanted, remember? I remember when I was three, you gave me markers and I drew on the walls. And you said 'I can't wait until you graduate from highschool'! Remember?"
Mom sniffles and starts to get up. "I'm very proud of you," she starts. "And I'm sure dad would have been."
Tears immediatly spring to my eyes.But I know that if I cry, my makeup will be smeared and Maria will be mad as hell. I chant this mantra in my head, I must not cry, I must not cry. The tears disappear and I smile."Thanks mom." She nods and walks out the door of my room.
I walk downstairs and Maria smiles. "Finally!" She says, "I thought it was going to take forever!"
I smile as we walk through the front door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As we open the doors of Hart High, it is jammed packed. The parking lot was a mess too, there were cars everywhere you looked. It took Maria and I almost half an hour to find a decent parking space.
I immediatly spot Ryan in a black suit and red tie. "Ryan!" I call. He spots me and waves. I walk over to him as Maria walks over to her "friend" Cody and kisses him on the lips.
"Wanna walk to the gym together?" He asks me. I nod.
As we pass by locker 285, a sudden urge fills inside of me. I haven't been there in a long time, and I wonder if Noah replied to my last note. Of course he did, he replies to every note!
"Ryan, you go ahead. I'm gonna go use the restroom," I tell him. He shrugs. "I can wait fo--"
I shake my head. "No, that's fine. I wouldn't want to make you late. Something tells me that I am going to take a long time."
He laughs and says, "Okay, see ya."
I timidly open the locker to find a small piece of paper. It looks like Noah's hand writing. I quickly read it:
Look Behind You.
My eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Huh? What kind of note is this? But as I turn around, it clicks. I gasp as Noah stands behind me, holding a bouqet of roses.
"Noah..." I say. He smiles his Broadway smile. "Ariana." He hands me the roses. When I grab them, he gives me no time to put them somewhere. He cups my cheeks and kisses me. I don't count how long, but I guess more than a minute and thirty seconds.
I sigh contently as I lean on his shoulder. He grasps my hand lightly and together we walk to the gym, to recieve our certificates and awards for Graduation Day.
And that is all I can ask for.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR NOAH
Teen FictionNoah Johnson is receiving letters from a mysterious person in his locker. It is always asking him questions, telling him to leave his answers in locker 285. But who is this mysterious person? Will Noah find out, or will he never know?
