Falling for you, all over again!

My ride or die!

A/N - Lee felt like he may want to express his views on the last six years a little later in this book, so for now, lets get back to Elle and Noah.

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Elle POV

E - Of never forgetting you.

I clicked my phone shut at the message I had just sent Noah. On a whim, consumed in my emotions, overwhelmed by the day that was, I had sent the message and regretted it the very next second.

"Arrghhh" I threw my phone on the bed and tried burying myself into my pillow further so that I don't face what I had just done. The voice in my head told me to stay cool and not jump the gun, but I knew I had no chill.

From replies under 30 secs to a minute, it had now been 30 excruciating minutes since I sent the message to Noah. I had locked and unlocked my phone, checked if the ringer was off by mistake, but no, 40 minutes later, there was no message from him, yet. Was he over me? I had certainly come across as clingy. My nervous energy had now led me to walking back and forth in my room, while I waited for a reply.

And then it buzzed. I banged my knee onto the side of my bed as I hurriedly reached for my phone to have received a series of "Good nights" on the family group chat we had with the Flynn's. Linda and June were in on on-going conversation fussing over the wedding preparations for Lee and Rachel now that they had a date.

My phone was constantly buzzing with Good night, sweet dreams, sleep well messages but in reality, I had lost my sleep appetite.

Ding.

Flevans Family

Noah Flynn -

Good night, everybody.

Wow. Just wow, Elle. You have been text-ghosted. Congratulations. You really need to chill. I mentally chided myself for having succumbed to my feelings.

It had been over an hour since I had sent him the message and at 23, I was feeling like an 18 year old. I lay on my stomach on my bed, with my hair in a messy bun, my outfit from tonight now discarded on the floor and I in my shorts and tank top.

I tried to sleep, but my mind was now in an overdrive and it wasn't letting me sleep. I was now cleaning my apartment to get rid of the anxiety of no response to my text.

I was pretty amazed by this space I had managed to create for myself. I had tried and replicated my room at my Dad's house as much as possible and a lot of my Mom's belongings that I could lay my hands on from my Grandma's attic were here. My apartment building wasn't too far from the Flynn's mansion and my Dad's and well, pretty close to Rachel and Lee's new condo too.

It was now 11.45 PM and even though I had an off tomorrow and had a whole long weekend to prepare for a big meeting I had next week, I hadn't remotely started preparing for it and was instead sitting here in hopes of receiving a text message from my ex-boyfriend.

There hadn't been anyone concrete since Noah in my life. We had dated for a year and a half and somewhat made it through our long distance before the inevitable break up. I mean, yes I did go out on dates, USC had some good-looking men to boast of, but you've seen Noah Flynn right? Going on dates with each guy that I did, brought me a step closer to realizing why I wasn't ever fully over Noah. Not just his looks but the guy was the reason I knew what love was, what choosing yourself feels like and that it is okay to be selfish sometimes, it is healthy for our heart and most importantly, to follow your passion.

Until...Troy came along. He in many ways, was a cross-breed between Lee and Noah. We instantly hit it off because he crushed me on the DDR machine and was so much like Noah when it came to his mannerisms. We hung out a lot on and off campus with and without our group of friends and had grown very close. We had developed a mutual liking towards each other over time. We dated for close to a year, through which I knew his feelings for me were getting stronger, but I hadn't been able to fully give him my heart. I liked him, but love, would probably be a bit far-stretched.