Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Twenty five; Girl's day

I slept good that night.

You can probably guess why.

I couldn't stop reliving what happened between us - was that a normal thing for a teenage girl to feel? I began to wonder if Noah was thinking the same thing, if I was always on his mind like he was always on mine.

I've never ever felt this way about a guy... Ever. I was so deeply in love with him that I couldn't fully comprehend how much he meant to me. All I know is that if I ever lost him I might die myself, of course I'm pretty much like that with Dani and my family too.

When I woke up I noticed a gigantic hickey on my neck - it definitely wasn't a small one. In fact, it was probably bigger than an egg and I can't express how horrified I was.

I'd never had to deal with hickeys before so as you can tell, I had no clue what to do about this one that magically appeared on my neck.  All I knew was that Noah was to thank for it. 

In full panic mode I grabbed my phone and went to YouTube, frantically hoping that the service would kick in and allow a successful search.  The service kicked in and out sometimes, it didn't always allow access to my much disappointment.

But somehow I think it was a gift from God when the perfect YouTube video appeared on how to cover a Hickey with makeup. 

Thank the Lord.

Although, let's just say that my makeup skills weren't that good, and it ended up looking like a big, huge bruise instead of actually getting rid of it.

I guess that would have to do.

When I walked downstairs for breakfast I sat across from Noah for one main reason, So I could see his perfect face.  I started to dig in to the food that was in front of me when my Grandma practically screamed, he eyes were wide and suddenly all of the attention was drawn to her.

               "How on Earth did that big, gigantic bruise get on your neck?!?!"  My Grandma screamed. She seemed worried, but more curious than frantic. For a moment or two I froze - this was one of those situations when I wish I had a magic remote that could freeze time.

             Shit.

           "I'm not sure how it got there. I think it might of been when I hit my neck off my bed post last night" I said in the most honest voice I could manage. This may as well be my first time actually lying to my Grandma, and for some reason I didn't even feel bad about it.

            Noah chuckled, his expression light and amused.

                  "Bloody hell Karman, how'd you manage to do that.?" My Grandpa said from his end of the table. I was actually surprised that he said something, Grandpa doesn't normally add to our morning conversations.

                  "I got up in the middle of the night and tripped." I said. So far I thought my story was pretty reasonable, I couldn't spot any holes, yet.

                      "Aw, pore thing. It will probably go away in a couple days or two" Grandma said with one of those caring faces.   I don't know about that, Noah sucked pretty damn hard.
                 
              "Hopefully" I said while glanced over at Noah who looked amused as hell. His smile was enough to lighten my mood, even if I did get lots of attention because of my 'bruise'. The conversation quickly died down, Dusty couldn't stop glaring at me like she was trying to figure out a puzzle, and Noah couldn't stop smiling - although, neither could I.