My Handsome Adventure

chapter 11

Joan's POV

I open my eyes the next day with a positive mind and a cheerful smile playing on my lips. It's after a long time that I am waking up like this. Usually I wake up throwing my alarm clock and hitting my pinky toe on the bed side while trying to get rid of the knots in my hair. Then for about a minute I sit down on the floor and curse the bed.

But today everything feels different. The sun light that enters my bedroom through the window seems more brighter. The squeaky sound of the birds play like a music in my ears. In short, I feel like a Disney princess.

I get up from the bed and head towards the bathroom. After combing my hair and tying it to a bun I brush my teeth. Then I splash the cold water flowing from the tap on to my face. A little water splashes on my shirt making it wet.

Since I don't plan on going anywhere I don't bother to change my wet shirt.

As I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I feel my stomach growl letting me know that I'm hungry. So I head downstairs to have breakfast.

"Good morning dear!" Mom greets as I reach the dinning table.

"Morning Mom." I greet back and sit at my usual spot.

"Where is dad?" I enquire on seeing the empty chair .

"Oh, he got an emergency call. He'll be back by evening." She says placing a breakfast in front of me.

" Do you have duty today?" I ask hoping for her to say no.

"Yes. Im gonna leave in a few minutes." She says crushing my hope.

"I'm gonna be alone. " I fake a sad voice.

"I know. So please don't destroy the house." She begs.

"I'll try not to." I mumble with the food in my mouth.

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20 minutes alone in the house and I am already bored. Im so bored that I am  lying upside down on the couch with my hair all sprawled on the floor. I pick a handful of Coco pops from the bowl next to me and stuff it in my mouth.

My phone rings interrupting my lazy act.

"Hello?" I speak into the phone

"Hey whisper." Comes the reply.
 
I struggle to get to a sitting position. But fails to do so and ends falling on the floor creating a loud sound.

"What was the sound? Are you alright?" Noah asks with concern.

"Um..I dropped something." I lie.

"You just fell down didn't you?" He asks.

I move the phone from my ear and eye it suspiciously.

"Where are you?" I ask placing the phone back on my ear.

He doesn't reply. Instead he hangs up leaving me without a reply .

Even though he hangs up , I keep saying hello into the phone as if he is gonna pick it up again and start a another conversation with me.

The door bell rings interrupting my activity.

"Ugh!" I groan getting up from the floor.

Being damn bored, my mind forgets to make weird scenarios of burglars and murderers standing on the other end of the door . So I just open the door without further thoughts  revealing the devil with a halo.

"Hey whisper." He greets and push past me to enter the house.

I place my hands on my hip and turn to see Noah stare at a family photo thats hangs on the wall next to the steps.

He is wearing faded blue jeans and dark green flannel with a bit of black at the edges. The shirt genuinely compliments his beautiful eyes. But that's not it. He is carrying a book in his hand!

I close the door behind me. "Noah?why do you have a book in your hand?"  I ask moving closer to him so that we are standing exactly opposite to each other.

"To read....?" He flusters.

"You read!?"I ask with wide eyes.

"That's rude whisper. I'm an educated guy." He says moving over to the living room.

I follow him talking." I didn't mean it like that. You just don't look like a guy who reads."

"Well I don't think looks matter in reading." He says flopping down on the couch.

I get on the opposite couch and sits with my legs crossed.

"That's right." I say very quietly that I even doubt if he hears it.

He places the book in his hand on the small table in front of the couch.
I rise a little from my seat so as to see the title of the book.

"Fault in our Stars." I read loud.

"Have you read it?" He asks

"Yes of course! But I'm not very satisfied with it." I say with a bit of stubbornness.

"Please don't tell me that it's because of the guys death." He pleads.

"Exactly! Why the hell would the guy die? I don't like stories without a happily ever after end." I huff.

Noah shifts his body forward so that his elbows are on his thighs and palms linked together.

"Look whisper..." He begins.
"Love isn't always about happily ever after. Love is...about being in the moment. It's about creating memories, that words or photos fail to capture. Savouring every moment.....every second and hoping time would stand still. It's a hope....a wish to be forever with the one you love even if you know everything must come to an end. But there is one thing, even if two bodies in love drift apart in a way they can never be together, their soul still remains one." He ends his words.

I wanna jump off the couch and hug him while throwing confetti and chocolates around him. But all I do is stare at his eyes replaying his words in my mind.

And in this moment I hope time stands still.