Until I Met You (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6
Lily's POV

As my dad got the food prepared, Noah helped me with setting the table. My brothers were sitting at the table. This was the first time in ages that I had a boy come over for dinner that's not related to me.

My dad brought the food in for all of us. Tonight was pasta night. Surprisingly my brothers acted as if family were over. It wasn't quiet nor awkward. It was actually nice. It has been a while for us to eat dinner together without someone missing. Especially my dad. What made it even more better. Noah was here. I don't know why, I guess because I guess I made a friend. Well kinda.

Noah was different. He wasn't like those idiot jocks. He was a normal guy. He wasn't the typical popular. Which made things better. For goodness sake. He wasn't a popular. The popular guys at school, well they were idiots. Imbeciles. Damn knuckleheads, that have no clue. The only popular guy I was actually friends with was Owen. At least he wasn't an idiot. He knew right from wrong. We were actually friends back then. When high school came, he became a football player. I didn't really mind. I was already getting notice by others because after my dad's company had become a success and really famous.

Anyways. Where was I? Oh, right. Noah, well I could care less if he was a nerd, geek, dork, or whatever. He wasn't nothing. He was something. I didn't understand why he would get bullied. All though these days people care about attention. I don't know the hel why. He wasn't half bad. Noah had a story that probably no one would listen to. We had a lot in common. I didn't understand why people would pick on him. He was a "nerd", but he didn't have to be picked on.

Anyways, we finished up dinner in like a hour. I helped Noah gather his stuff. We walked out the door into the night. The street lights began blind me every time we past one. Noah broke the silence. "You don't really have to walk me home. I'm absolutely fine," Noah admitted.

"No seriously. It's the least I could do. You're the new kid," I said.

"But I'm the one that should owe you," he mentioned.

"Yeah, but still," I said. We got to his house, though there was no lights on in the inside. No cars pulled up in the drive way. Everything was quiet. I asked him if this was really his house. He said yes.

"My sisters are over other people houses, and my mom is at work," he explained the unoccupied house. I couldn't imagine him staying and sleeping here alone. I kinda felt bad for him, not being able to have your family be there during. I knew how that felt sometimes.

The next thing I did I thought was the most bizarre suggestion since this was the new kid. "You don't have to stay here. You could stay at my place. I bet my dad won't mind," I suggested.

"i don't know," he seemed unsure. "Okay. Just let me get some stuff." I nodded, and watched the boy go inside the house. After about ten minutes, he came out with two book bags. One from earlier and one probably for clothes.

Noah and I headed back to my place. When we did finally get there, I explained the whole thing to my dad with the help of Noah. As Noah changed in the bathroom, I got some light blankets and two pillows for the boy. It was the first time a guy ever stayed over my house for the night. I waited for him on the couch where the blankets and pillows were set up. My brothers and dad went up stairs to go to bed, though it was only 7:00.

it was just Noah and I. We sat there talking a bit more. That's when we faced each other to make eye to eye contact. I kept staring into his eyes. It's like looking into a deep blue sea. The subjects kept changing every like 5 minutes. From moving to schools to books, etc. Relief and reassurance was in the air this time. Nothing more nothing less. I wished I could capture the moment. I had a deep conversation with someone who cared beside my best friends.

The time slipped away from us. Suddenly I felt something on my hand. Warm and soft. A hand. I looked down and saw the hand on mine. I looked up at Noah. His face was filled with confusion. Though when he looked down, he had saw what had happened. He quickly took his hand off of mine. I wished he hadn't done that though.

"Well ... um ...," I stuttered. Noah's face was flushed and a bit red. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he answered back.

I left the room and headed up stairs into my room. I slowly closed the door behind me, and let my back slide down again the cold hard door. I bit my lip from keeping myself from squealing. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My mind races with so many thoughts. My face all blushed and red. It was awkward, but I could have of cared less. The feeling inside my stomach. Too many butterflies. Too many emotions to deal with.

I guess you could say I had a crush on Noah. Strange. I know. I know. Don't judge me. I wondered if Noah felt the same....

Noah's POV

I looked up at the ceiling. Too many thoughts racing and managing each other from where they belong. It was the best feeling I've ever felt. No one has ever listened to me. Word for word. I was always neglected or lied to about being listened to. I felt like I fell in love at first sight.

Though there was one year where people actually listened. It was a while back. Everyone talked to me. I didn't have glasses. I wasn't the nerdy Noah I am now. At the time my mom was dating a really rich guy. He had so much wealth it was enough money for all of my sisters and I to go to school and college and live a life. Though about past halfway through the year things began to fall apart.

There was this one time I was with a couple of friends. We were at the park. I was pretty sure we were playing tag or something. I was running then next thing I knew I clashed into a branch. I was fine. I started running again and ran into a tree. That's when it hit me, and I had to go to the hospital. The doctor said I required glasses. When I found out, I knew people would make fun of me. I knew how people at my old school treated kids with glasses. It was just disgusting and atrocious.

But that wasn't the worst part of my life during that time. During that time my mom and her boyfriend conflicted a lot. Some of it turned into abuse. My mom couldn't stand the pressure that my sisters and I had to grasp. About a month later my mom left her boyfriend and all his riches. I was actually frightened at the time. Now my family had no father. No real man of the family.

Our family moved in with my aunt and uncle. That's when my mom began working with two jobs. After all the fighting she and her ex-boyfriend did, she had realized that she missed my REAL dad so much. Like to the point where it hurts. She was dispirited and never seemed happy unless she thought it was necessary . It was like the Great Depression had come back and haunt my family especially my mom.

My life changed so much. I wore glasses and clothes that weren't more than like 20 bucks unless my mom had the money. I had my shoes for like three years. They still fit to this day. It amazes me that my life changed in under like what a month or two. My mom told all of her children to pay attention in school and do everything to get a scholarship. She didn't want our lives to be like hers. Of course I listened, however my sisters didn't really care. The period of Nerdy Noah had come and stayed.

Now the Noah every knows now is all caused by all the trauma and drama because of my family and life. I couldn't blame anyone because it's no ones fault. Though I blame myself for letting myself be bullied. It's fully my fault on this one. When I met Lily everything changed. I got to tell my story. I'm thankful for that. This was year was the year where I could probably be ... well ... me.

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Well wasn't that touching! Gonna cry... I kinda actually did while doing this chapter...

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