The Kissing Booth: After The Break-up, Elle and Noah

Part 2

It's been seven months since the break-up. Lee and I are getting ready to graduate, finally.  After the break up I threw myself into my school work to distract me from my feelings.  I was always a good student, but with all the extra effort I'd put in over the last few months I excelled and was named valdictorian.  I even needed to write a speech for graduation, which would probably include talking about exploring our options, finding our own passions and moving on with life.  To always follow our dreams and reach for the stars.  I added the last part for Lee, a movie reference to Toy Story that he sometimes quotes.

Lee and Elle's graduation party was set.  I let everyone believe I wouldn't be home until after their ceremony and party, but I made it home for both.  I wanted to see them graduate, but things were always so awkward when I was around.  I wanted them to enjoy this time, so I didn't let them know I was coming.  I saw them graduate and heard Elle's speech. I felt it was directed at me saying she was moving on and going to forget about me and our past.  I didn't want that.  I knew the party was tonight and it was time I pushed Elle into talking to me.  

Lee had kept me updated on where Elle got accepted for college.  To my surprise he said Elle had applied to Harvard before we split up and had been accepted.  He said that they had already talked it out and if she got accepted she was going to surprise me by boarding the plane the same time and saying, "Oh, didn't I tell you, I got accepted to Harvard.  I'm coming with you."  That would have been an amazing surprise.  Lee said she has also been accepted to Brown and Berkeley, but she hasn't decided where she is going to go now.  Lee got accepted to Brown and Berkeley as well.

I plan to show up at the party and get Elle alone to talk to her.  I don't care if I have to pick he up and carry her to my room and lock her in. We are going to talk and I hope to convince her to come to Harvard with me and give us another chance. I still love her and always will. I will do anything to win her back.

The party is in full swing by the time I show up. I walk in and see Lee, he runs off.  He must be looking for Elle to warn her I'm here.  It doesn't matter if he warns her, I am going to follow through with my plan.  If she leaves I have another plan as back up, but its not as good as plan A.  

I follow Lee. I see him grab Elle and pull her off to the side.  I see him talking fast.  The panicked look on Elle's face tells me he told her I'm here.  Her panicked reaction gives me some hope if she was over me she wouldn't care that I'm here.  I grab a drink, I don't plan to get drunk I tend to loose control and say and do to much when I'm drunk. I've been drinking to much lately and forgetting what I'm doing and not remembering it the next day.  I'm surprised Elle doesn't leave the party. I can tell she is hyper alert and watchful.  Every time I follow her into a room she quickly moves to the other side of the room.  She always finds someone to talk to so isn't making it obvious she is avoiding being close to me, but I know My Shelly and she is not getting within an arms length of me on purpose.  I see her glances at me.  Not long after she see me moving closer to her she leaves the room.  This dance goes on most of the night.

I've lost sight of Elle in the crowd and now I can't find her.  Did she get tired of me following her and leave?  Fuck, there goes plan A, well might as well have some fun.  I grab another drink.  I start drinking heavily.  Wow, I'm really drunk guess i should go up to bed.

Elle needed a break from avoiding Noah and trying not to make it obvious.  He had his back to her so she quickly runs up the stairs.  She needs to use the bathroom.  She has had a bit to much to drink and is a bit tipsy, not thinking the clearest at the moment.  I'll use the bathroom in Noah's room it's the last place he thinks I'll go.  She enters his room and closes the door.  Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  I haven't been in here since the day we broke up when I heard that phone call with Amanda.  That phone call is what had ended the relationship.  I thought he was cheating on me with her and he wouldn't explain why or what he was hiding from me, but he did say they were just friends.  Then he brought her home on Thanksgiving, followed me to the park and saw me kiss Levi.  God, what a mess we have created.  

Amanda showed up at my house the next day and we had a talk.  I knew now that he hadn't been with her, but he still hadn't told me about her and what did she know about that he refused to talk to me about.  I was his girlfriend, I should know more about him then she does.

I shouldn't be in here it's bringing back to much.  Not just about the break up, but good memories to.  Hanging out in here together, watching movies, cuddling, arguing, making love. I was so happy when we were together.  I notice a picture of Noah and I together.  It was taken on his graduation day.  We were facing each other, looking into each others eyes, both smiling.  We look so happy.  Why is it still beside his bed? I'm surprised it's still out. Does this mean he actually does miss me?  Does he really still love me like he says he does?

I walk over and pick up the picture. I run my finger over his picture.  I start to cry silently. I miss him so much.

I hear the door creak when he opens it. Shit, he sees me.  His eyes lock with mine, without breaking eye contact he closes the door.  I hear the lock click into place.  He moves further into the room.  "Elle," he says softly "Please talk to me."  I shake my head and move away from him, trying to get to the door.  He says, "Shelly, please I love you and it's killing me not being with you."  I make it to the door, unlock it and start to open it.  He is there and pushes it closed again.  Our gazes lock and he puts his hand to my cheek.  I break eye contact and move away from him.  Just his hand on my cheek sent shock waves through my body.  He moves to his bed and sits down putting his head in his hands.  I think I hear a sniffle.  Is he crying? Over me? I move closer to the bed he looks up at me and I see the tears.  He says, "I know I fucked up.  What do I have to do to get you to forgive me and give me another chance?"  I'm stunned, Bad-ass Flynn crying over me.  I sit down on the bed next to him.  He sighs and falls back onto the bed.  He rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow.  He cups my cheek with his other hand and gently turns my head so I'm looking at him.  He pushes himself up and brings himself closer to me, but stops and says, "Elle if you don't want me to kiss you, you better stop me."  Instead of stopping him I close the distance and kiss him.  He groans and deepens the kiss.