Will You Save Me (Nochelle)

F O U R

Noah's POV

I had woken up early, with a smile on my face, & I couldn't even figure out why.

I also couldn't figure out why the first thing I did was check my phone to see if I had any messages from, Richelle. Not, Jacquie. Richelle!

It was 8:30am, & I almost never woke up before 11:00am on a Sunday morning.

After being rather disappointed at Richelle's lack of social skills, I hopped out of bed, & decided to go down stairs for breakfast.

"Oh, look, mum. Noah's up early for once!" Kingsley said shocked, shovelling cerial into his mouth, as he chewed with his mouth open. I immediately cringed at the sight, & tried to erase the image from my mind.

"Shut up brat!" I said, immediately getting told off by mum, who walked into the room right at that second. How do parents do that? Was it some sort of super power they had, & didn't tell us about?!

"Going over to Richelle's today?" She asked curiously, folding a pile of washing, as she handed it to me, then I immediately handed the pile to Tyson (who had lined up behind me), as he stuck the neatly folded pile in to the basket to take up stairs. We had a system.

"Yeah, she asked me to be there by lunchtime, but I'm gonna go around right after breakfast. I think I should take her to town to do grocery shopping, since she doesn't have a car!" I replied, still passing back piles of folded washing to, Tyson. As soon as the basket was filled, he marched up stairs to deliver the clothes to the correct rooms.

"Richelle has been through a lot recently with her parents divorce, & living in that big house all by herself.. Poor girl.." mum replied, looking rather upset for Richelle's situation.

"When you go around there later, make sure to invite her over for dinner at some stage, okay? It could be nice to have her over again. It's been a long time since I last saw her!" mum suggested. "Will do!" I replied. Whether Richelle wanted too, or not, she was now being forced to come to dinner!

I continued on my way to the kitchen, where I cooked myself scrambled eggs on toast, with a glass of orange juice.

Straight after eating, I had to make myself a coffee, because I was already feeling the effects of waking up earlier than my body wanted me too on a Sunday. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, & skulled it on the spot, then proceeded on my way to the bathroom, where I showered quickly.

Standing in just a towel, with my bare, wet chest exposed; I brushed my teeth, then spent a good 15-20 minutes trying to get my hair to behave. When I was happy with how it looked, I made my way back to my bedroom. I chucked on a pair of black, ripped jeans, & a pink short-sleeved t-shirt.

I chucked on the first pair of shoes I saw, which also happened to be the shoes I always took to the studio to dance in. Once good quality. Now old, & thinning out at the soles.

I quickly grabbed a backpack, chucking my phone charger in, & my black denim jacket. I also shoved the snack food in there, that I had bought yesterday.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out, & unlocked the screen, to see a message from, Jacquie. No surprises there.

Jacquie♥️:
Hey cuutie! Got worried when you didn't text me back.. :)

It was just after reading her text, that I scrolled up, & noticed four unread messages. Oops.

Me:
oh, dang... sorry babe... uhh Jacquie.

Jacquie♥️:
??
Are you feeling alright babe?

Me:
just slept in babe.
i'm good.
everything okay?