Chapter Twenty-Three

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"So," Noah says as he drives me back to my place. "Tell me about yourself. I'm curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat," I tease with a smile.

"Did you ever think that the cat wanted to die?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Never thought about like that," I admit. "Okay then. Well I have lived here my whole life. I love reading and writing. Now tell me something about you."

"I am from California," he says casually. "I will be moving back there this summer. I plan on being a teacher, but I don't want to be. I have always wanted to be an artist."

"Hey, maybe if I become an author," I smile at him. "You can do the illustrations."

"It's nice to dream," he sighs. I know that he's not talking about my dreams, but his own. I give him directions to my house and he drives me there.

"Here," he says handing me a piece of paper before I get out of the car. "Just incase."

"Um thanks," I laugh a little. "And thanks for the ride home."

"No problem," he smiles at me. "Anytime."

I watch as he drives away and I look at the piece of paper he gave me. On the piece of paper is his phone number.

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