Loud Silence

Chapter 7

Noah's P.O.V 

She didn't have to talk at all for me to have one hell of a time. Everytime she laughed, I could almost hear her. And whenever she looked at me I could almost hear her voice saying the words she never really said. And when I was with her, it's like there was not enough time. And let me tell you it felt good. Because when I was at parties and when I'm in school away from her, time seemed to just drag on and on. I liked this. I liked being her friend. 

Currently I was just walking her home. My hands were tucked into my pockets because it was starting to get chilly out, I glance over at Willow, I wonder if she'd let me hold her hand, I'm about to ask her when my phone vibrates. I take it out and read the text message. 

From Brittany: "Ready for our date baby?" Brittany was a gorgeous girl. It was like she was made by a Goddess, with curves in all the right places, beautiful blonde hair that falls to her shoulders, soft skin that feels right under my lips. Brittany was a girl everyone, girls and guys, pined for. And she wanted me. Guys would kill to be me. And I love it. I quickly text back, "Hell yeah baby, we are going to that party tonight yea?" Brittany was a party animal. So I know she wanted a party. She quickly responds, 

"Yes ;) Pick me up at 7." A party with Brittany sounded amazing. I could feel the excitement already bubbling in me. A night with a gorgeous babe. I should get home and wait. Where's Willow? I look around and find her walking into a house down the street. I must've been standing here for a while. 

"Willow wait up!" I jog over to her. "There's this party tonight at Adrian's, want to go?" 

She looks puzzled, I watch her have an internal battle before she simply nods, pointing to me, maybe she's asking if I meant with her? Like a date? Oh god what's wrong with me? I don't know and for some reason I don't care. I shake my head. 

"No, I already have a date with Brittany, but you should still come it'll be fun. I'll pick you up." I really hope it'll be fun for her. I watch her reaction but it's like she has none. She nods, waves and then the door is slammed in my face. Could she be mad I turned her down for Brittany? I mean, but Brittany is so Brittany. I shrug and walk home. I have a hot date. 

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Willow's P.O.V  

I thought he liked me! Oh what a joke. Obviously no one would like me, I'm the freak of nature who decides not to talk. 

That was low, and self pitying. He's just a boy, there are many others out there. I'll find the right boy. Who I hope will look past my silence and lack of beauty. 

Should I go to the party? I don't do parties but I could change that, maybe I could actually have fun. So I get ready, I change into skinny jeans that hug my skin, but not to the point where they're a second skin, a black crop top, that if I move a certain way flashes a sliver of my skin. This is as scandalous as I go. I slip into my black converse and look at myself in the full body mirror. My hair is wind blown mess. How do I tame this mane????? I DON'T KNOW. So I walk over to my bathroom and brush it out, I run my hands through it, hoping and praying to the hair goddess that she will give me some power through my fingertips to help this mess.  Soon it flattens out to waves that cascade past my shoulders. I look decent. Party worthy? Hell if I know. But I feel good. Good enough to leave my face with a lack of makeup. 

Now I wait, I patter down the stairs. Looking around for dad, whom I find in a drunken mess at the kitchen counter. 

"Where's all the booze Willow?!" He shouts angrily slamming his cup on the counter. I flinch at his tone, and look at the glass. I'm surprised it didn't break seeing as it's glass. And glass breaks just like my heart is at the sight of my father. This was the man who would tickle me and I'd laugh so hard sound would actually escape my lips. He used to tell me he lived for those moments. This is the man who'd take mom and I out for dinner at an ice cream shop. This is the man who I idolized. Which is why at times like this, it's easy for me to forgive him.