Nolan Howard and Piper Reynolds had the perfect sandbox beginning.
Nolan, the boy next door.
Piper, the girl through his window.
But there's is not a perfect path. Even some sandboxes have to remain secret.
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I groan at the mountain of clothes tossed on my bed, all rejected sweaters and sweatpants. What the hell am I supposed to wear, for my first day of public friendship?
"Why is this so hard?!" I hiss, raking my hands through my straightened hair. I pick my phone to text Quinn:
"I am so lost, wtf am I supposed to wear?!"
I told Quinn last night about Nolan's proposal, and of course, she freaked out and demanded that I tell her everything, leaving no detail unsaid.
"Something cute, of course, that crop I got you last christmas and those high rise leggings. Finally, you'll actually wear them"
"But that's so uncomfortable!"
"Beauty is pain, baby."
I groan, throwing my phone onto my bed, storming to my closet and pulling out the red crop that was a bit tight around the chest and the hellishly uncomfortable high-rise leggings.
I feel like a fucking clown in my mother's stolen mascara. I blow out a puff of air, my hair flying in front of me.
I hear the text tone of my phone, and flip it over, seeing a number I don't recognize.
"Ready, your highness?"
I frown down at the phone. Who calls me...
Nolan?
"Who is this?"
"It's ducky, you doof. Come downstairs, we're going to be late."
I smile down at my phone, and grab my bag, giving myself one last check in the mirror. I descend the stairs, giving Jack a kiss on the head before I leave, but making sure he doesn't get any spit-up on my clothes.
I open the door, and see Nolan's black Jeep in my driveway. I race towards it, flinging the door open and hopping in the passenger seat.
"What's up, baby duck?" I say, ruffling his hair slightly.
He doesn't respond, but just stares at me. I give him a look, raising my eyebrows slightly.
"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
He clears his throat and shakes his head slightly.
"No, yeah, I'm fine. You look...nice."
I frown at him, tilting my head slightly.
"Is there something on my face? In my teeth?" I bare my teeth at him, squinting my eyes slightly.
