Without You

Chapter Two

This is the second chapter, I'm so excited!! This story is going to be short, just to inform you. I've written this story a long time ago, and I've decided to edit it and finally publish it. When i wrote it though, it was too short, so I'll try my best to make it longer.

Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!!

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Chapter Two: Echoes Down Memory Lane

Has it really been three weeks since Noah Stone left? To be honest, it felt like three years. Not that I miss him so much, this is Noah we're talking about here. For the past few weeks, I couldn't get him out of my head and, believe me, I've tried every method possible. From hanging out with Natalie, and doing chores around the house, to reading and listening to music.

I even cleaned my room to forget about him, and everyone who knew me–by "everyone", I mean Natalie, Ryan, and Nana–I'm a lazy ass. I don't clean my room, let alone do chores. Yeah, I'm THAT desperate.

I even started dreaming about him, which was really weird and uncomfortable. I reached the level of hopelessness and desperation. I just can't seem to get him out my head, I want him out!

Something is definitely wrong with me. I don't know what it is, but it's making me go insane. Noah Stone is affecting me in a way, and I don't like it. I say things that are not meant to be spoken out loud, feel things I shouldn't even feel. Saying how I truly and deeply feel about things is unusual for me. I never experienced something like this before, and it makes me feel a bit troublesome. I never express my feelings to anyone, let alone to Noah Stone.

Every time his name is mentioned, I immediately pay attention to the conversation. It's like I want to know how he's doing, and what he's doing. I'm afraid to ask him myself.

I'd picture his charming smile, the deep, rich sound of his laughter. His scent of soap and cologne—

See? I'm going crazy, it's the end of the world, I tell you! Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, and I'm being melodramatic. But come on! This is nuts, I can't get him out of my head. It's unhealthy to think of someone this much, especially if this is a person I can't stand. This is so frustrating!!

Was Natalie right? Was she right about me liking him? Pfft, no. It's not possible. The idea itself is absurd, out of the question, unbearable. It's not even worth considering, why am I even considering it?

I sat up from my bed, and glanced at the digital clock beside my bed. It read 12:45 AM. I sighed in exhaustion and irritation. Great, I can't sleep. Fantastic.

I ran my hands through my hair, and over my face. I wanted to scream out my frustration that had been built up for too long, but I can't wake up Nana. She didn't deserve to be dragged into my pathetic problems.

Goddammit it! Why can't I just sleep in peace for once?

Because of that idiotic hottie, Noah Stone, that's why.

Alas, my inner voice isn't helping either.

Why am I even talking to myself? I am THAT exhausted. That, and I just said Noah Stone is hot. Technically, he is, but I would never admit it.

You just did.

Fuck this.

It was obvious I was tired, because I grabbed my phone and dialed Noah's phone number. What am I doing? He's probably asleep by now. Why would I call him if I want him out of my head? Remember Juliet, he's the source of your problem.

And. . .I'm talking to myself again.

"Hello?" A sleepy and hoarse answered. Oh shit, I didn't think he might actually answer. Then it hit me, it's almost 5 AM in London. Well, fuck.