Days With Puck Greene.

Tommy Meets Puck

He's drowning, my hands are slipping and my hair is soaked, as I try to pull him back into the boat, but he's too heavy. The salt water stings my eyes and rushes up my nose making me gag on it. He comes up again his arms grabbing at me, grabbing at anything, but there is nothing. And then there is ice seperating us. I am beating on one side trying to get through the ice to him as he slams against the other side a look of terror on his face. Suddenly I realize I am the one drowning, oxygen is cut off from my brain and black dances across my vision as I sink under, my body filling with lead. "Puck!" He screams pounding his bloody fists against the ice and sobbing for me.  I jolt awake and find I am alone in Noahs bed. My hair is matted to my head and I'm breathing hard. I fix my tank top that has gone askew and stand on shaky feet. His carpet is soft beneath my toes. I tiptoe toward the door listening for any signs of life. The house is perfectly still.

I lift a hand to the door knob and push it open treading lightly into the dark hallway. I tiptoe past his mothers room to the den. Theres a tv light on under the door, I start to turn the handle when an arm wraps around my throat almost hard enough to crush my windpipe and I'm thrown into a wall. My head cracks against a picture frame and pain explodes across my cheekbone. Then there are intense moss green eyes boring into mine. His arm is  pressed against my windpipe and he has a gun pressed to my stomach.

I try to keep calm but i can feel myself panicking. I get as far away from the gun as he allows which isnt more than an inch or two. Not comforting at all. "Who sent you?" I gasp. "Was it my father?" Now it is he who looks confused. He lets go and I drop to the floor gasping for breath. A light clicks on and I hear Noahs voice, "Puck? Tommy?" The relief at hear my assaultants name on Noahs lips is immense. The familiarity between the two is unmistakable.

"You know her?" Tommy says flicking his wrist in my direction. Noah comes to my side and lifts me up with an arm. I lean my head on his shoulder, my head still throbbing and groan.

"Yeah she's my girlfr- my friend she's my friend." Noah strokes my hair and I push away to look at Tommy. He held himself with a confidence most did not possess. He cradled the gun loosely at his side like it was a long time friend. I stared at him and he stared back, "Army?" I asked.

"Yep." He said.

"Explains alot," I mumble. Noah gives me a weird look nad then nudges me back toward the direction of his room.

"Do me a favor and keep quiet Tommy."

"You got, buddy and uh sorry for ya know." He nods at me and i turn walking quickly back into Noahs room.

"What the hell just happened?" Noah asks scratching the back of his head.

"You called me your girlfriend." I say quietly threading my fingers through his quilt. He stutters, his face turning bright red, "I- uh i called you my girl type friend, my um friend that is a girl." He stops shaking his head and collapses on the bed his head near my hand.

I run my fingers through his hair, "Am I your girlfriend?" I grin to myself even as a feeling of dread weighs down my subconsciousness. I push it aside and focus on the slope of his pert nose. I slide my fingers over his cheek bones and down to his jaw. I love the feeling of his stubble beneath my fingers.

"I would like you to be," He whispers shutting his eyes throwing an arm over my thigh and under the other, reminding me of how a certain blond haired boy used to snuggle up to my pale legs and tell me about his dreams and hopes; back before everything fell away.

"I'll think about it," I say grimacing. I crawl beneath the covers and turn my back to him, he slides a hand up my thigh to my hip and leaves it there, his breath stirring my hair as we drift off to uncertainties.