Page 58 of Fall From Grace
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “We haven’t talked about those things… It could be possible though, I don’t think he ever spends any money unless it’s gas.” Now I was curious.
“Noah seems so responsible for his age,” Sara said with a laugh. “Hell, if I had a job, my checks would go to food.”
I smiled at the compliment she had given him. “He is.” Of course, they didn’t see life the same way Noah had, and neither had I but I had watched his life from the outside and it still got to me some nights.
I would go visit John tomorrow, I hadn’t since meeting Noah. It wouldn’t hurt to go check on him and bring him some food. He didn’t deserve it, and even though Noah didn’t talk about him, I knew he would have still been trying to keep his dad alive if he hadn’t gotten taken… Or did he truly give up on his dad the night he lost his mom?
My phone dinged.
Noah:I miss you… it’s been too long since I’ve seen ur pretty face
I smiled at the screen.
Me:I miss you. Only 2 more weeks until my bday!
Noah:I don’t think it’s ur birthday that’s got you so excited…
I sniggered and felt the rush of tingles between my thighs from just a text.
Me:I hate waiting! Come take me now
I was half being serious, half just teasing to see what he’d say.
“What are you over there giggling about?” Sara asked.
Noah dinged me again:I’m almost done with the tires, say the word and I’ll come get you.
“Your face is red,” Sara kept talking, “hmm, what is Noah over there saying to you?”
Me:Sara and Tiffany are here, remember?
Noah:I’ll have u soon.
Sara almost took my phone away from me again. “Will you stop?” I groaned.
She laughed. “I want to know too.”
Tiffany finally set her phone down and said, “I’m just hungry and wanting to know when we are going down to the fridge to raid it.”
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“What’s with you lately?” Dad asked as I replied to Noah’s text saying that he couldn’t wait to see me this weekend. “Are you dating someone?” Tiffany and Sara had just left after spending the night.
I panicked. “Why?”
“You’re always smiling at your phone and giggling.”
“I can’t smile?” I deflected.
“Do you know?” he turned to Mom.
She kept her eyes on the TV. “Who knows.”
He studied her. “Hmm.”
She finally turned to him. “What?”
He grabbed a strand of her hair. “You got a little gray… right here.”