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C h a p t e r
T h i r t y - s e v e n

C h a p t e rT h i r t y - s e v e n

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“NOAH!”

Percy sighed exasperated, when the man didn't answer him. Probably deaf to the world downstairs, either listening to screamo music or playing video games.

Shoving his clothes in a duffel bag, he shrugged on his jacket and laced up his sneakers. He tried detangling his hair with his fingers and got nowhere, settling for tying the wild mane up with a scrunchie that Baby gifted him a year ago for the sake of it.

He still considered getting a hair cut, especially when he began to work full time at his father's company. But Baby insisted that his hair was too pretty to cut and that if people focused on his looks instead of his work ethic, then they didn't deserve him at the company.

Percy smiled subconsciously thinking about her. Baby Louise Martin's, the only girl he ever dreamed of.

With her in mind, he rushed down the stairs and passed the living room on his way to the front door. Noah was nowhere in sight.

Until he was.

Percy let out a curse of surprise and dropped his duffel bag, "Fuck Noah, you scared me.”

Noah was drenched from head to toe, the sudden rushing sound of heavy downpour behind him made Percy wince. He would have to drive in that weather.

“The rain started a minute ago, it'll probably storm until later tonight.” Noah explained while he distractedly shut the door and pushed his wet hair away from his forehead. 

Percy groaned audibly, “Will it be possible for me to drive though?” He was hopeful. Mostly desperate, but hopeful.

Shrugging nonchalantly, the dark haired male simply removed his soaked sneakers and wet socks at the door while eyeing Percy's belongings on the floor.

"You heading out?”

Percy nodded slowly, “To Baby...” He wondered if he could wait it out and see if the rain would stop. The rumble of thunder in the distance was a sure indication that the storm was just going to progressively get worse.

Noah looked at the forlorn expression on his face and sighed, “I'll drive, drop you off and come back on my own or crash at a hotel,” He smiled, “It's whatever.”

A grateful sigh left Percy. The almost imperceptible tremor in his hands lessened and he picked his bag back up.

♥️

Noah bobbed his head along to the catchy pop song playing, the lyrics were contradictory to the beat of the music. But he would be the only one who would notice since Percy just stared ahead, his blue eyes glazed over.

“Wanna play something?” Noah offered, trying to bring his friend out of the trance he was in.

Percy heard him over the sound of rain and the cars engine but simply shook his head, he felt stuck in place.

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