The Secrets We Share

TWENTY FIVE

I'm so sorry guys, but there's a few more swear words and um.... references to stuff? I know I said before there wouldn't be any others, so you have every right to kill me if you wish. I'm so sorry! If this makes you uncomfortable, you can drop this story and stop reading anytime. I really don't want to be a bad influence on anyone. But please don't blame me because I did warn you!

Dawn

I watched his eyes widen as he found the box right in front of him. 

I could practically feel the emotions radiating off him, though his face remained blank. 

Open it! I urged him, but apparently my telepathic skills were not up to date, because he didn't. 

He just stared at it a bit more, like his own box was like a demented monkey or something. 

A better description of a demented monkey was my face at this current point in time. I was furiously trying to get my thoughts across to his brain, but it just wasn't working.

Pick it up and open it! Please. For me, Noah. 

Then his blank face showed a sudden spasm of anger. Dangerous anger. Then hurt. His brown eyes, normally soft when he looked at me, sparked. His jaw clenched. 

It was painful to see him go through his thoughts as he took it the completely wrong way.

Maybe I could just dash out and explain it to him. But if he saw me, he'd think I was a crazy person, desperate to continue a relationship that had been doomed from the beginning. 

I tried right? 

"Noah? Who's there?" 

An unmistakable parent's voice called from inside the house- definitely his mum. That explained the car parked in the driveway. 

"No- no one." 

He looked up for a moment, scanning the street like I had. And his eyes found mine, hidden (well not anymore) between the leaves of the tree in front me, and they widened even more. 

Those eyes I'd memorised since the moment I'd seen him, full of raw hurt. 

"I'm sorry," I mouthed at him. 

"Noah?" His mother called again. I could hear faint footsteps- she was coming. 

His eyes narrowed. 

"Open it!" I continued to mouth, indicating the box with my head, but he was already scrambling to pick up the box and hide it behind the chair on the verandah of his house. 

He didn't catch me whispering those last few words. Damn it!

His mum appeared at the door just as he straightened up from the box's new hiding place. I could see her frown from here. 

"What were you doing?"

"Just checking the street." 

She accepted his response and beckoned him inside, reminding him that flies could come into the house if he didn't close the door. 

He turned to follow her back inside, but just before he did, he cast a long look over his shoulder at my tree, eyes seeking to find my slightly darker green ones amid the lighter shades of leaves. 

But this time I was better hidden. 

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noah

I glared at the box from its place on my desk. Then I grabbed my pillow from my bed and threw it straight at the insulting piece of dead tree. 

It wiped the wooden box neatly from the table and both tumbled to the ground with a thud, knocking over a couple of stray pens in the way.