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0.3 | sugarloaf mountain

"He's just so.. ugh! He's so gorgeous and nice and sweet and he has this great smile!"

"Sounds like you have a crush."

"I do!"

"Emma you are almost 24 years old, you can't have stupid crushes anymore."

"Sure I can! Let me do what I want!" I whine, covering my hands with my face. Just talking about him as making me blush like crazy.

"Sounds like a catch."

"Ew don't say that. Makes you sound so old."

She shrugs, turning her head back toward the tv. Even though she seemed uninterested, I told her about him anyways.

I told her about his pets and their names, what he looked like, how he smelled, his his smile was, how he looked at me when I said certain things.

I had a huge, fat, crush on this dude, and it wasn't even day two yet.

Finally, I stop talking, then go back to my room. I decided to look up his social media, just to see.

I only knew his last name because when he put his credit card in the bill, I looked at the name.

So I looked it up, and surprisingly it was the first one to pop up. He had 1,467 followers with a non-private account. He must be popular.

He had a decent amount of posts, his latest being him shirtless standing on top of a huge boulder with ugly sunglasses and a backpack on.

He then had one with a girl next to him. I pressed the screen and her tag came up. I went through her account, her latest post being only two days ago. She was blonde and she was athletic. I could tell it in her legs and calves.

She had a pretty smile too, but her eyes were strange. They were empty, emotionless. Like the smile on her face was just a mask to whatever she was hiding. Her name was Kelly. What a boring name.

I went through every photo of Noah's. Zooming in and looking at all the details. Who was around him, who was in the background, where he was. Everything. Then after that, I look at his tagged. There was only one post, being by someone named Nancy. It was a photo of a young boy around the age of 10 blowing out candles. It must be him.

Happy 18th birthday to my sweet boy! I can't believe you've grown up this fast! Just yesterday you were a tiny baby puking and crawling all over the floor. I love you baby boy! Many years to come! 💕 - Mama

That was her last post.

I looked at her account, scrolling through to see if I could find any of Noah's baby photos. Nothing much on here, so I go to facebook and search up her name.

The only reason I have a facebook account is to look up peoples profiles like this.

Her profile was the third one down, so I tap it and look at her bio. She was a real estate agent, she was also a widow and she went to Jones Highschool.

Her latest post... the same thing. A birthday wish to Noah. Then in the comments, rest in peace's, miss you's, and sentences of memories that happened between them.

Nancy Evans death florida

I type into the search bar then press enter.

The first thing to come up was an article with the title "Car crash, single passenger found on the side of the road next to Sugarloaf Mountain."

Shit.

Maybe I went too far. Now I know that his mom is dead and his dad is dead. Amazing. No wonder he has so many pets. I wonder if he has any other friends.

I decide to turn off my phone after that. I put it on my side table, plug it in, then attempt to go to bed.

We will just not speak of this to him, and if he brings it up, I will act shocked like I didn't know.