Days With Puck Greene.

Best Apology Ever.

Puck

When I get home after what I would classify as the longest day ever, I collapse on my bed ready to wallow in self pity. I lost whatever the heck was going on between me and Noah, my psychotic father was threatening me through phone calls and someone took my freaking dog.

This day sucked.

I flop over to bury my head in my pillow and debate on whether or not I should tell Boyd about the phone call. I immediately decided against it.If the phone calls continued I would tell him. Until then there was no point in worrying him.

I hear my track phone beep (it was the only thing I could afford, currently) with an incoming text. I held my breath as I prayed it wasn't another death threat. When I opened the text the first thing I noticed was that it was from an unknown number. There were no threats thank god, but it read:

"Hey neighbor, come meet me outside"

I thought for a minute and was about to throw my phone to the side and ignore him when another text came in:

"You can either come willingly or you can be taken by force."

I groaned rolling off my bed reluctantly. If I didn't go out there and see what the goober wanted he'd bust in here and make a racket.

Sigh.

When I get outside I find Noah standing in my yard dressed in a dark black tee-shirt and dark blue jeans with holes in the knees. His hair is wet as though he had just taken a shower and he holds a handful of lilacs in his right hand and an empty leash in the other.

"Um..." I look behind me and then back at him raising an eyebrow for dramatic effect. "Whatcha got there?"

He blushes and gives me a small grin, "An apology."

He moves until he's two steps down from me so we're at eye level. Handing me the lilacs he says, "Come somewhere with me. Please." I debate telling him no that I couldn't do this, but I realized I wanted to be a normal girl even if it was only for a few hours. And after the day I'd had I could really use the distraction.

"Give me five minutes." I say.

His face lights up in surprise like he'd expected me to tell him no. Not when he gave me that look. I would probably strip to my skivvies and paint myself purple when he was looking at me like that if he asked me to.

I go into the house placing the flowers the best vase we have before running to my room to throw on a sweatshirt and my timberlands. I rush back out the door, "I'm ready," I huff blowing stray hairs out of my face.

Noah smiles and holds out a hand to me. I slide my hand into his locking our fingers together and realize how small my hands are in his. "Where are we going?" I ask him.

"For a walk." Is his only answer.

Ookay, I think.

Noah takes me for a walk down the trails behind his house. This time of year with nature in full swing the trees bloomed a gorgeous green. Flowers of all kinds peppered along the trail in a burst of lively purples and oranges and reds and blues. The walk was a quiet one. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence and I was thankful for it. It gave me time to take in all my surroundings and enjoy the feel of the sun against my back. I glanced over at Noah. He looked up at the sky, around at the trees, and watched two squirrels quarrel for a nut before finally glancing over at me.

When his eyes met mine they looked soft and vulnerable and for the first time Noah gave me a genuine, brilliant smile. I was so used to sarcastic looks and snarky grins that this threw me off guard, but it was such a peaceful look on him that I could have watched him forever remaining completely and utterly content.