Forever

| Chapter Fourteen ~ Excuse Me? ~ |

Noah's Pov
It had been about a week since Richelle had moved in. My parents didn't mind that we slept in the same bed together, not after they saw what had happened to her. She was in great condition now, back to her lively, happy self!

She visited her sisters as much as she could, and they were enjoying life too. Everyone was happy. I was even considering talking to Richelle about getting a house of our own and moving in together, especially since my father told me that I could choose what I wanted to do with my future. My parents and I were getting on like a real family; it was great. Plus, they loved Richelle. Especially my mother! She had always wanted a son and a daughter, but they never had a second child. Now, she treated Richelle like one of her own.

It was about five in the afternoon. The sun was glowing at us through the window, saying hello. Richelle and I were home alone as my parents had gone out for the afternoon on a date. Richelle thought it was so cute.

We were just sitting on my bed, our bed, giggling and laughing together. It was the perfect moment. Her beautiful hair was gathered into a high ponytail which hung in glory as it matched her perfect smile. She was so happy, and I loved seeing her like this.

Suddenly, there was a ring from the doorbell downstairs. We looked at each other, surprised. I wondered who it could be as we both made our way towards the front door. My parents said that they wouldn't be home until about eleven....

Richelle stood at the bottom of the stairs as I swung the door open. My eyes were fixed on the man in front of me. Who was he? I'd never seen him before. He looked older than me, but I wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

"Hello," he began, holding out his hand for me to shake, "have I got the right house? I'm looking for Richelle."

I didn't shake his hand. Instead, I cocked an eyebrow and narrowed my eyes at him, slightly confused. How did he know Richelle?

I called for her to come over to the door to see if she knew the man. Nervously, she approached the door, standing slightly behind me. Why did I feel the need to protect her?

A sudden gasp escaped her mouth as panic and terror slapped her in the face. Now I felt like panicking. What was wrong?

"Who are you?" I asked the man, taking hold of Richelle's hand and stepping forward, trying to get him to back off.

I felt a rush of anger rush through me. Why was I acting like this? This wasn't me! I needed to calm down, but seeing that look back on Richelle's face made me so mad. I didn't want her to be sad again, she deserved endless happiness.

"I'm Charles," the mystery man replied, "Richelle and I are getting married in less than a month."

Richelle's Pov
What? Charles was here? He still thought we were getting married? I had completely forgot about him. I was glad I'd forgot about him. Now...now I felt afraid. I felt scared again. I hated feeling like this. Why couldn't he just go away.

"Listen," Noah began, "you are not marrying Richelle, okay? You aren't marrying her. I don't care if it was arranged. You haven't met each other for more than two seconds! So just leave."

Charles looked angry. I felt Noah become more tense. I just wanted Charles to leave. We were having such a good day. Why did it have to be ruined? I felt my heart pounding my in my chest.

"Sorry," Charles began, coming closer, "but my fiancé is standing there. I don't know who you are, but just because the Nolet's are in prison, it doesn't mean I can't continue to marry Richelle. It's what they would have wanted."

"Get out," I spoke up, glaring at Charles. "You'd better leave before my boyfriend puts you in hospital."

"Boyfriend eh?"

"Yeah, boyfriend," Noah retaliated. "I'm the guy that actually met Richelle and asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She's right, you should leave before I do something I won't regret."

He eyed Noah up and down, as if he were judging him. Why was he so convinced that we were going to marry? I didn't even know the guy.

"If you even tried to touch her, she could get you done for pedophilia. You do know that you're eight years older than her right? In fact, I could call the police right now," Noah pulled out his phone and began to pretend to call the police, but Charles bought it.

"Okay, okay," he surrendered, "I'll go."

And with that, he turned around and walked away. Noah slammed the door on him. Had that really just happened?

We stood in silence for a few seconds before I felt Noah gather me into a hug. His soft lips pecked my forehead and he asked me, "You okay?"

I just nodded, burrowing my head into his chest.

I'm sorry that this was actually awful