The Time Angel

Chapter 23

A/N

Sorry for the delay people, but I have been busy at my sister's and I couldn't update. Then yesterday I was just so tired...

Sorry for being tired guys? Haha.... what happened to free will right?

Anyways, thanks for reading! And Enjoy!

To the right is Cecilia- or Ceci :) >>>>>>>

Love A.

Chapter 23

Noah was lying down in his current bedroom, staring up at the ceiling with his hands clasped behinds his neck. It has been a few hours since he had stormed away from Luke and Logan, to come back to his room and take a shower.

Noah sighed as he heard a faint knock at the door. “Come in” he frowned, before mumbling under his breath, “Not that I could stop you anyway”

The door knob twisted until footsteps entered the room, and the door closed behind the visitor.

“I want to apologise about before”

Noah sighed, again; it was Luke. Well it’s about time he got here- Noah thought.

“You took long enough. I was wondering what you were doing for three hours; oh, maybe you decided to leave my ass behind and head back to Earth by yourself. But I see I was wrong, Lucas” Noah stated, emphasising Luke’s full name.

“Noah, please don’t call me Lucas, you should know I don’t like my full name” Luke ground out through gritted teeth.

“You know, I was hoping you would show up with flowers, maybe some chocolate or sweets of some sort” Noah smiled, sitting up on his bed, “But once again Luke, you disappoint my needs. You really should know me better than to just apologise without anything to emphasise how sorry you really are”

Luke stood there for a moment, a serious expression on his face, but he could no longer withhold the grin that threatened to grace his lips; so he chuckled under his breath and joined Noah on the bed.

“Just accept the damn apology” Luke muttered, nudging Noah arm with his fist. Then they both sat there, chuckling, until a comfortable silence filled the room.

“I was with Logan, and the girl you saved. We were trying to get her to talk, but she only said your name” Luke sighed, filling the silence.

Noah looked down at the palm of his hand, tracing the mark with his right forefinger. The mark itself was very detailed, but he would never forget how much it hurt to feel it being burnt into his skin by just his intentions of freeing a soul; that woman that was trapped in Veronica’s control.