Noah arrived home to a Dum Dum wrapper sitting alone on his countertop.
Juliana was nowhere to be seen.
He carefully turned it over in his palm, and saw a phone number scribbled in a strangely familiar writing.
Where had he seen that writing before?
Gemma's music sheets popped into his head. And so did the lollipop. With sudden dread filling his lungs, he realized how it all fit together.
Shit.
He called the number, and Gemma's cheerful voice picked up.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Noah."
"Noah?" She then remembered, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Juliana found the number before I needed it." He explained in a frightful whisper. On the other line, she froze. It was her fault.
They both were thinking the same thing:
I'm fucked.
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Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
