Dance with me

Chapter Three - Hugs and tears

Chapter 3

We stood there looking at each other. I couldn't talk or move and I don't think I would be able to look away from him either.

I've always thought he was handsome. Just look at his posters and cd covers and even before the fame he was a nice looking guy but that standing in front of me was pure hot material.

I had the impulse to run my fingers through his hair and i had a lot of trouble not doing it.

We didn't say anything for a moment, and the silence was killing me but nothing came out of my mouth.

"You look different." He said in a rusky tone. He was tottally checking me out and if he was a strange he would probably be punched in the chin roght now.

"People change." I didn't mean to sound angry or anything but in certain way that was pretty much how I felt about the whole situation: angry and frustrated and then disappointed.

"I know." He said with underlined meanings that I couldn't quite figure out. "You stopped dying your hair... I like it better now." Noah said as if trying to change the subject. That was enough for me, I had to say something.

"Your opinion stopped being important the moment I read your letter. So don't waste your precious time trying to make ammends. It won't work." I said almost shouting. I had to say. I had to show him he didn't affect me anymore and that everything he said to me 4 years ago put an end to everything. Maybe I would believe myself then.

He was a lot more serious now. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry... For your dad." And then I couldn't contain my tears from falling down my face. How could I be so teary when around Noah? I never cry in front of anyone and he just appears from nowhere after 4 years and makes me cry. Darn him! And to talk about my dad? He has no rights! "I wasn't able to go to the funeral but I went to his grave last week. I'm so sorry Ella." And then he hugged me. First I was nothing but angry but then I melted.

I was really going to ask the grave man who put the purple flowers in my father's grave. I had no idea it was Noah.

'Why did my dad have to go? Why?' I asked myself. Noah put his arms around my shoulders and pulled my head towards his chest. I didn't have the strenght to pull back. The familiar citric scent, his hands touching me, comforting me. I really needed that right now.

Yesterdar completed 3 months since my father's death but he was in a coma for 2 months before that. And every time I thought about it I got sad. I still couldn't think of him not around anymore.

It all started with a car accident. He was coming to see me at school and some drunk man hit him. He went in a coma and then, after 2 months the doctor said he had brain death.

"If he didn't come to see me he would still be here." I whispered trying not to be listened but Noah was close and I knew he heard me because he pulled me closer. I knew I couldn't stay with him after all that happened. I tried to push him but he didn't let me and he was a lot stronger than I.

"Don't. You can leave and never talk to me again after this but now I WILL hold you like I used to and YOU will listen to me." He said firmly and I couldn't argue with that. I really missed that. "It was NOT your fault." Noah told me now holding my head in both hands. "Don't ever think it was your fault, you hear me?" And he hugged me again.

I think I could fill an entire ocean of tears right now and I must look like a tornado passed through me. Luckily everybody else should be at the canteen hangin out or in classes, which made me remember I should be in class too.

"I have to go." I said after nodding and he released me. No matter what he said I would aleays carry the guilt.

"I'm sorry Ella. I miss him too." Noah said sadly. His own father was a good friend of mines, since childhood and us being together all the time until 16, he spent a lot of time in my house where my dad always hung out with us.

"He is fine now." That was all I said before dissappearing in the hallway leaving Noah standing there.

First I needed to go to the bathroom to wash my face and make myself a little more presentable. I was a total mess right now. Then I would forget about the little situation that just happened in the corridor with Noah and go to my Art History class.

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That was quite dramatic, huh? But I had to do it because family is a important subject for them as you'll see.

And, contrary to the other chapters I didn't finish with a cliffhanger! Yay