Blood Run

Chapter 3

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in; my head leaning on Noah's shoulder, and his arm around me. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I wiggled out of my position on the couch, causing Noah to stir. I turned to look at him. 

"Aww, aww..."  he mumbled. 

"Noah?" 

"Why, Aww... Love..." He was sleep talking. Noah has done this as long as I've known him. It's usually entertaining to listen to what he has to say, but I wasn't in the mood this morning. I walked towards the kitchen as Noah continued to mutter in gibberish. I began pouring myself a bowl of cereal. It was minutes later before I realized that Willy was in the room with me. 

He was standing at the entryway. 

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked. 

"Since you came in," he said casually, walking into the kitchen. He sat beside me at the table. "I need to talk to you."

"What's up?" I asked.

"Tomorrow's the last day before the Tests. And we both know that you could be anything. And Noah too. I don't want to live without either of you."

"Willy?"

"It's just... the next year is going to be really tough. You remember after my Test?" I nodded. "If you're Mixed, we'll never really know. It'll be scary. If you're Rare... It'll all happen quickly. I think you'll be Mixed. You and Noah both. All of our parents were, I am too. And if that's the case, we need to stick together, you, me, and Noah." I nodded again. "And one more thing, Autumn. About Noah. I don't know why the whole Isabelle thing happened. I was more upset about Noah dating such an awful girl than the fact that Isabelle was an awful girl. Does that make sense?"

"Sort of," I said, even though I understood.

"Somethings going on with Noah. Nothing bad, necessarily, but you need to talk to him. I don't think he'd talk about it will me. But he would with you." I didn't understand why he thought this, but I knew Noah, and there were some conversations that only happen between the two of us. "I'm sure he's fine," Noah continued, not sounding convinced. "But check." 

"Morning," said a new voice. Willy and I turned to see Noah walking into the room. "What are you two talking about?" Noah asked. 

"Nothing," Willy and I said in unison. Noah looked at me sideways.

"Noah, do you want some breakfast?" I asked. 

"I'll just take an apple," he says, picking up a granny smith from the fruit bowl. "What's the plan for today?" 

"Well," I began, "because of yesterday- I mean, I didn't get to pick out an outfit for the Last Dance. We could go to the market." Noah took a bite of his apple. 

"Okay. Will, you coming?" 

"Nah," said Willy, eyeing me. "You two go." I picked up my bowl and brought it to the sink. It's amazing how similar Will and Noah look. They're both tall and muscular. Noah's hair is brown, though Willy's is much darker, almost brown. I've gotten them mixed up before. Willy and Noah look more like siblings that Willy and I, where the only thing we have in common is our eye color.