Personality Match (#wattys2015)

Chapter 20: Blame the photographic memory

So sorry for such an overdue update

However there is NOAH in this chapter!

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I'm a coward.

I can't go to his house.

I mean let's be rational here- he's a drug dealer.

A fucking drug dealer.

So help me God, but I am definitely not going to his house.

Noah, you always make things unnecessarily complicated.

I mean why couldn't you be a pizza boy? I bet you'd rock the uniform and there's no doubt girls would be tipping you at every corner. Even though I'd prefer them not to but any things better than a drug dealer right now.

Currently wearing the scowl of the year I gripped my hair tightly in my hands.

What the fuck am I meant to do?

I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, think positive Belle.

I've been to his house before, there wasn't anything fishy about the place and I seriously doubt there is if Xaviar lives there.

I grab my car keys, not willing to take the chance to rethink my decision.

Life's about taking risks, and Noah may be the biggest one I ever take.

"Mom! I'm going out. I'll be back by 10, love you!" I run out the house, not waiting for a reply

So maybe I am in a rush to see Noah, but I am not speeding. I've never had a ticket and I never will.

Only a couple of blocks from his house I saw a car looking suspiciously similar to Noah's. I shook my head, it's only your imagination Belle.

I'm hallucinating, it happens to tic tac addicts, AKA me.

Biscuits.

That's his car, I know the registration number of his ride and that's his.

Hey, don't blame me, I'm no creepy stalker, blame the photographic memory.

I pulled over behind his Audi and stepped out my beetle.

What the hell is Noah doing at a run down nursery at nine thirty in the night?

You know what, I don't think I want to know. Liar

I just want to find Noah and get our shit sorted.

My heart was pounding against my chest, I took a shaky step towards the nursery.

Just a couple more and I'd be at the door.

One step, two step, three step, four...

My toes were centimetres away from the door, they weren't quite prepared for a November outing but flip flops were comfortable all year round and at least I was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

I complemented whether to try and open the door myself or knock. There could be some real business getting down in there and the last thing I want to do is crash that tea party.

Unfortunately, God has not graced me with grace, I walk like freakin' big foot, they'll probably think I'm an intruder and kill me before sight.

Yeah, so I'm definitely not randomly walking in.