Now I have to admit.
Noah's room is the most magical I have ever been in.
Polaroids on strings are scattered around the ceiling, like a cornucopia of colour. It's so enchanting and beautiful that I have the urge to examine all the pictures. I quickly fix my hair into a messy bun, and sit on Noah's soft matress. The room is bare brick and glass. Modern and classy.
Noah comes in, smelling strongly as vanilla aftershave, hair brushed. What do you expect from two 16 year olds? We have to keep up appearances.
I quickly spary some breath freshener into my mouth. Not like I've eaten much lately... That's the thing with being the antisocial caterpillar, no one notices if you start to fade away.
I sit quietly, changing back into the shy girl that Noah found.
He sits cross legged opposite me, and offers me a can of apple juice. I take, and quickly check the calories. 84, not too bad. I take a sip of the sweet gold, and sigh.
I wait in silence as Noah opens his. The pop of the can echoes around the room.
He reaches under the matress and pulls out a plain, black note book and a pen.
He puts a record on, and I sway to the music, still aching in the silence.
He clicks the pen.
"So. I was thinking. Maybe you should check your phone?"
I can feel the weight of the phone in my pocket. With my hands shaking, I tentatively bring the phone out of my pocket, and lie it flat on the bed.
I watch as all of the lights flash on the screen, and wait.
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عاطفيةDo you ever wonder what it would be like to be the person stood next to you? Zoe wonders just that every single day. Always feeling in the shadow of her twin, Zoe is fed up of being Crystal's sister, not Zoe. When she meets interesting, artistic b...
