Unplugged | d.s (2) ✔︎

XX // A Wild Bean

My hair laid in a plait which sat on my bare shoulders as my grey towel was wrapped tightly around my body. I was the only one home which felt impossible since my brothers wouldn't leave me alone since they took me to the clinic and counsellor. 

I hummed to the music coming from my speaker while I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. My father had gotten rid of every drop of alcohol in the house to help me recover. I don't think he realised how to help me from falling that far off the wagon. 

My door vibrated as a solid knock hit its wooden frame. I opened the cap of the bottle and walked towards the door taking sips of the cold water as I walked. The knock hit again. "I am coming!" I yell. I sigh as I open the door with my spare hand. 

His blonde hair moves slightly with the gust of wind. His face was light as always which made his smile stand out. His eyes stared at me waiting for an invitation to enter my home. Yet I was frozen and couldn't decide whether he was here as a friend or to demand me to come back. 

"Hey Noah," He mumbles. I could see his left-hand fiddle with his rings on his right. He was nervous. Yet he had no reason to be. 

"Hey Bean," I say under my breath. He looks up from his rings happy to hear my voice again like I was to hear his. Yet some part of me was hoping his brown haired and blue eyed friend would walk out from behind him. My boy. Well not anymore. I winced. 

"You are pink," He says leaning into me and brushing his cold white hands over the tip of my plait. 

"I wasn't expecting anyone," I say looking down at my body in a towel still. He followed my eyes and looked down before pulling them back towards me. 

"I missed you, Noah," He says. I open the door fully and allow him to enter my house. He follows the signal and squeezes past me into my house. I slam the door shut behind him. His back stayed facing me as he looked around at my house. Silent was what we both were. 

"I missed you too Corbyn," I explain. He turns around and faces me. He wore his black jeans with zips on the knees and his white off t-shirt. He had his black jean jacket over top as well. Very Corbyn of him to place a jean jacket over a white shirt. 

"You know it's not just me who misses you," He explains itching his neck as he knew what just came out of his mouth was coming out too soon. I look away from him and wince again. Just thinking about Daniel made me tear up. I don't know whether it was the feeling of missing him or anger which caused it. 

"Why you here Besson?" I demand. He steps towards me and leaned for my spare hand. He lifted my chin up with his spare hand. 

"You know there was a day where we searched endlessly for Nugget the day no one responded. I asked you if you and Daniel broke up would you leave? You said yes then I said don't leave me. But you left Noah. And I could see you were hurting but I never ran after you. I don't know whether it is too late or just in time but I finally ran after you Noah. I am here and I wanna help," I look into his eyes. I could see he meant what he said. 

"You promise to not say a word about the others?" I ask. He nods. I take his hand and drag him towards the stairs. "I need to change but while I am I want you to read on something I have been working on," I demand. 

I open the door to my bedroom and see my brown journal resting on my tidy bed. "Is that a tattoo?" Corbyn says pulling me towards him and looking on my left hand where an N & N sat identical to where mine and Kelseys tattoo sat on our right hands. 

"Yeah, it means Nate and Norman," I explain. He traces his finger over my black inked wrist and nods his head accepting my new tattoo. I hand him my brown journal and go towards my closet.