Rue's Mad World

Chapter 5

A/N you really never know if your story is appealing. You know if it's appealing to you but that's about it. sometimes I feel like I write for myself and sometimes for others, ya know?? anyway please like, comment, follow ah

-abby

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I spent the two hours before I had to go to Nolan's house shopping for a peace offering for Pax. I decided a single cupcake from the this really cute bakery near our o school would suffice. We used to go sometimes after school and just laugh and talk about our day with cupcakes and coffees in hand. She'd always order The Princess Pink Velvet cupcake, which was girly and chic just like her. It would be the perfect gift to remind her that our friendship was really not worth letting go.

I also picked up a pretty floral blank card from hallmark then headed back to our neighborhood to drop off the gift. I wrote a simple "I'm sorry" on the card and placed it with the box from the bakery on her front porch. I knew Pax had dance practise that day, so she would eventually see it when she left her house. I guess I was never good at confronting people face to face and telling them how I felt without tripping over my words or putting my foot in my mouth. I hoped this cupcake would create a nice leeway before I had to.

As I got back into my car, I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper that I had scrawled Nolan's address on. I double checked that I'd tucked Ash's phone back into my purse and then put the key into the ignition.

Out of curiosity I went through Ash's music, just to see what type of music he was into. I was sure that it wasn't a mortal sin go through his music library. At least  I hadn't gone through his text messages, which was hard to avoid by the way. Ash's phone was forever vibrating with new calls and texts.

Surprisingly I found all 6 Michael Buble albums on his phone. I expected the Nirvana and the One Republic but not definitely the Buble. He even had his Christmas album. I loved Michael Buble and it slightly--very slightly-- intrigued me that I had something in common with him.  

I really didn't know much about Ash except from what I had read in his  bio, and the surprising choice of music I had just found. I didn't really want to know more about him.

I prayed that this meeting would go by quickly and started to drive towards the address written on the paper.

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DING DONG

I pressed my fingers on the doorbell as lightly as I could, but that didn't stop the loud sound of the bell from blaring through Nolan's flat. I heard the sound of a dog barking loudly as it ran towards the door. I grimaced. I wasn't the biggest animal fan. Ironically enough,  I worked at a pet store. 40 hours a week--now that the summer had begun--feeding and grooming cats, dogs, lizards and about everything else that breathes. I wouldn't have even applied for a job that involved animals but my aunt Polly was the owner and she was more than ecstatic over the idea of having her "favourite American niece" work at her little business. University wasn't going to pay for itself, so I just suck it up and catered to those little buggers' every need.

"Quiet Hendrix." I heard Nolan's voice say.

He would have a dog named after a musician -- typical.

Nolan's footsteps grew louder as he got closer to the door. With every step he took my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey you must be Rue. Nice to meet you." said a smiling Nolan as the door to his flat swung open.

He was a lot taller than I thought he'd be. Not as tall as Ash but certainly taller than the small reserved boy he looked like on tv. His voice was soft spoken and he had a what seemed to be a genuine smile on his face.