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(14) Noah's Note

♡ NOAH

I woke up the next morning with a hangover. And not from the booze. She wrote me a letter. And I never got to see it. I doubt I ever will. And that makes me happy, angry and sad at the same time. I take something for my headache and decide to go for a run. Maybe that will clear my mind.

Dressed in shorts and a tank top and music blasting on my headphones, I run towards the park. I make a few laps there with a handful of other runners. It's early on a Saturday, so most people are still sleeping. Just the way I like it. I need time alone with my thoughts.

I don't know where to go from here. I would love to know what was in that letter. But I don't know if X talked to her yet. And if it was a really heartfelt letter I'm sure she wouldn't want to write it again. So how do I become her personal trainer? Because I really want to.

Not because she's hot and I want to be near her, make her sweat and smell her. I mean I do, but because when I spoke to her on the phone for the first time, she had a detailed goal in mind. People never do. They want me to tell them how they should look or how they should train.

She made it very clear that she wanted to keep her curves. She didn't want to look strong but wanted to become stronger nevertheless. That intrigued me to no end. People always want to look muscular and skinny. She clearly didn't. And then I fucked it up. I stop running and massage my temples. I better go home. Running is not helping.

I walk into the kitchen and look at her shoe, still on the table. What? No one's gonna see it there. And I want to hang onto my Cinderella fantasy for a little while longer. You don't believe me? Alright, I admit it's not the total truth. I might have sniffed it a few times. I grab an energy drink from the fridge and drink it.

The sun is shining and I decide to go for some push-ups in the back yard. Gotta keep myself busy. I take my shirt off and give it my all. After a while, I start to get tired and my arms start to shake but I push through. A little gust of wind blows through the yard and I smell a banana milkshake. I scold myself and close my eyes as I force out a few more push-ups. But then I smell it again.

I open my eyes and search for the source of the scent. My eyes land on feet in red sneakers and I almost fall flat on my face. I sit up and stare at the goddess in my backyard. She is frozen in place, holding an envelope to her chest. Her eyes roam over my body and I can't help the smirk forming on my lips.

She looks nice in her casual outfit. Tight jeans hugging her curves and that tank top showing the contour of her boobs. Damn, she's hot. I move my eyes up to her face and notice a tiny smirk on her lips too. I stand up, look into her eyes, and read all of her emotions in there again. Amusement, desire, apprehension, and doubt. It's like reading a book, one you can't put away.

I walk over to her and say: "Hi. What are you doing here?" That came out so accusatory that I slap my forehead. She chuckles and holds out the envelope towards me. I take it from her and look at my name on the front, in elegant but strong handwriting. I flip it over and read her comment there. I chuckle and look back up into her eyes.

"Thank you. I actually thought I would never get to see this."

She blushes a little and says: "You almost didn't. Because realizing you had no mailbox made me want to run away, to be honest. But I heard a sound and got curious." 

She blushes a deep red now and mumbles something to herself. I raise my eyebrow and wait for her to explain.

She sighs and says: "I just realized that I could have caught you doing something a lot more private and that I just walked into your backyard like I know you." 

She fidgets with the hem of her top and I love how insecure she is right now. She looks so cute. I could kiss her right here. No, Noah. No kissing.

I chuckle and say: "You couldn't have. There's no one in my life right now to do that with. And I'm not really an exhibitionist. Doing it out in the open makes me way too nervous to perform." She giggles and I'm glad I shared that embarrassing fact. I run my fingers over her handwriting on the outside of the envelope and smile.

She gasps and says: "I have to go. Mona is waiting for me and if I don't hurry she's going to-" She cringes when she hears a voice call out her name. "Ama? You better not be doing the horizontal polka with that hunk of a man! We're supposed to go for a picnic and talk girl! Sisters before misters!"

I laugh and imagine the kind of bond they must have. Ama shoots me an apologetic look and I say: "Go. Have fun. Thanks for draft number 5!" She runs off and I hear Mona say: "Well finally! Why are you looking all flustered? What do you mean he can hear- Ohhh okay." I chuckle and walk into the house. I look at the letter in my hand and wonder if I should read it right now.

No. I want to do it justice. I'll shower first. I want to be fresh and dressed when I read this. It's probably very personal and it kind of feels like it deserves respect. I run upstairs to shower and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I walk around the kitchen barefoot and feel the pull of the letter. I make myself some coffee and sit down.

I take a deep breath and open the envelope. I read the first line with a smile; 'It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces'. So true, I always keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I look at the shoe on the table and chuckle to myself.

I sip my coffee, while I read the rest of the letter.

♡♡♡

That was Noah's pov. 

Next one up is Mona. 

Might not be tonight, so don't hold your breath. 

Any predictions or wishes? 

See you when I see you!
♡