❝Take me into your loving arms, kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.❞ -Ed Sheeran, Thinking Out Loud
The November air is frigid and freezing, the cold winds nipping at my skin. I pull my scarf closer around my neck, seeing my shaky breaths come out in puffs of clouds.
Noah snowboards and wanted a new pair of goggles, so he dragged me bright and early to the Downtown area to go shopping.
I have always loved snowboarding. My family and I used to go every Winter break up to the mountains for them to ski, but it never clicked with me, until I tried snowboarding. I haven't gone in a while, but I figure it's just like riding a bike; you never really forget.
We walk down to the strip of shops, hoping to find a nice pair of goggles for Noah. We eventually find a pair he likes at a sports shop located at the end of the strip, right on the corner. Noah purchases the goggles and thanks the employees for their help.
"I'm glad you're coming on the grad trip," Noah says. "It wouldn't be the same without you."
"I know," I smirk. "You would miss me too much."
Noah rolls his eyes. "I just can't imagine a whole week with only Hunter and Damon. I think I'd die."
"The others were already planning on going," I shrug. "Besides, Lauren's a year younger than us and isn't going on the trip, so I think Thalia would have been free to handle Damon."
Noah laughs. "I really don't doubt that. Thalia could handle a hurricane."
It is true; Thalia is definitely the most grounded person in our friend group. With Jasper as a reckless sibling, Alyce as a firecracker of a friend and me as an occasionally dimwitted person, Thalia has had to be able to hold us together for the longest time. The only person who gives Thalia no problems is Katia, but that's only because she's as unproblematic as can be.
After grabbing some food, Noah and I walk around Downtown for a little while. Little Christmas lights are already hanging from the leafless trees and mistletoes are placed on the branches of a couple of said trees.
Noah points ahead of us at a street performer. "You want to listen to him?" The man has a guitar and a mic set up with a small speaker beside him. A crowd has begun forming around him, recording and cheering him on.
"Sure." I say. We walk towards the busker and begin to hear a familiar tune.
I recognize the song to be Ed Sheeran's "Thinking Out Loud." The man has a lovely voice; the warmth on this cold day. I can tell everyone else watching feels the same way. His voice is like honey and tea.
"May I have this dance?" Noah offers me his hand with a breathtaking smile.
"In front of everyone?" I laugh in disbelief. "I can't dance."
"That's alright," Noah takes my hand, placing it on his shoulder and moves one of his hands to my waist. With his free hand, he holds my other hand. "Just follow my lead. Corbin Bleu did a whole music number about how he can't dance. I think it's safe to say that he's a goddamn liar but he also showed that everyone can dance to a certain extent."
"Noah..." I hesitate. I really can't dance. I'm absolutely awful and have shit rhythm.
"Can't dance and won't dance are two different things," Noah squeezes our intertwined hands reassuringly. "Do you trust me?"
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