Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 52

Bree's POV:

I felt Al's arms grasp around my body, breathing heavily against my shoulders.

It's been three days since the accident, and she made time to visit me in the hospital. I hate being in this place, but the doctors insist I stay for whatever reason that I don't know of.

"God Bree, do you realize how worried I was when your mother showed up at my doorstep?" She asked, her southern accent popping out. I didn't answer, I hugged her tighter, and a few quick seconds, she changed the subject.

"So? Tell me about Noah." Her smile was bright, and bigger than I remember. I stared at her, having no clue of what she was talking about.

"What about him? He's just a.. Friend." I said, not evening knowing if we are that. I feel like I've known him for ever, but then again I don't.

"Bree." She backed away from me, "stop acting stupid." She laughed.

So was Noah right about being my boyfriend? I thought he was just saying that..

"Is he my boyfriend?" I asked, receiving an awkward smile from her. I excepted it.

"I guess. Y'all can't seem to stay away from each other." Her laugh echoed, "what's wrong with you?" She asked, and at the perfect moment, Noah came through the door.

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Noah's POV:

I didn't expect to see Al here, which we've never talked anyhow. I use to be snobby, and thought I was too cool to talk to her or Bree for that matter.

I have no clue of why I was too afraid to be seen with Bree. She is literally so perfect to me, everything's about her is so damn perfect. Her eyes, with the shade of darkish but yet light green eyes. I could literally fucking get lost in them.

Her hair, I love how it flows wavy darkish blonde curls in the back.

Her body, I can't even fucking talk about it. She has curves in all the right places.

"Hey." Was all I could say, the stare Al gave me was confusing and could mean so many different things.

"Could someone tell me what's going on? I'm confused." Al looked back and forth between Bree and I. I looked at Bree, and her eyes were quick to look away. I hesitated to speak, giving Bree the option. Everyone was quiet, making me feel odd.

I stared at Bree, I miss her. I mean, she's physically here, I can talk to her, but the fact that she barely knows who I am makes me want to claw my eyes out.

"She doesn't remember me." I say, pushing my dark hair back out of my face. I sat down in the nearest chair, Al's mouth fell open, and I swear she was about to cry.

"What?" She mouthed to me, I nodded at her and she was frozen. Why does she care so much about it?

"I do remember you." Bree rolled her eyes and my stomach twisted.

"What?" I asked, my voice croaked, she had my hopes up.

"Well..I mean. Not completely.." And my hopes were down, I know she isn't going to remember me right away. It's my fault she doesn't know who I am, and

I have to fix it.

"Is this really happening right now?" Al stuttered.

"Don't worry." Bree's voice came to mind, "I have this all under control." Bree being herself, thinking positive.

"Let me just get something straight, is Noah the only person you don't remember? Because if so-"

"If so what?" I interrupted Al rudely, and immediately apologized afterwards, not making myself come off as a complete ass.

"That would be weird.." She finished her sentence and for some reason my mind trailed off to Taylor.

"Give me your phone." I motioned to Bree, putting my hand in front of her.

"No!" She hesitated, "it's my personal business, and

I have no intentions of you looking at through it." She laid back onto the bed, crossing her arms the best she could not to mess up the IV's.

"Bree, stop being so fucking difficult." My nostrils flared, and I'm only getting annoyed because I'm tired as hell.

"I'm not being fucking annoying." She quoted with her fingers and my temper rose.

"Watch your language." I growled at her, she laughed at me and I couldn't resist a small smile.

"So you can cuss, but I can't?" She asked, "I don't think so." Her finger poked the edge of my nose and I grinned.

"That's how it works." I said to the angel in bed, no matter how many filthy words come out of her mouth; I'll always see her as this innocent, perfect angel of mine.

(A/N literally thank you guys so much for 5k reads, it means a lot. Also, thanks for the ones who are voting. I'll be sure to make next chapter longer than usual.)