Patchwork Romance

Chapter 2 - NoahPOV

Good luck, Bad Luck. I don't believe in it. I do however; believe in the pure idiocy of man kind. I woke up the next morning, the sun glaring through the window, screaming at me to wake up. I was still engulfed in the memories of the night before on the dock. It was our spot. The setting of our first date, our first kiss, the first time I told her I loved her. In the 16 years that I've known Hazel, I've always been carefree. We never fight, never argue, we are just the perfect couple. Im not just Noah, She isn't just Hazel, we were just 'Noah and Hazel', and we just worked in our own perfect little piece of the world. Yet in this final year of school, I'd never felt so much pressure. It was an irrevocable fact that we would stay together, but now it was down to me to make sure that the rest of our lives would be as completely entwined as they are now and no amount of 'Good Luck' would do it for us. So why did I still have the feeling that something was going to happen?

She would get here shortly for school so I jumped in and out of the shower in the quickest time I ever have before. It's a known fact that men only take 10 minutes in the shower anyway, but I was particularly speedy today. I threw on some old ripped-up denim jeans and a white tee. My unruly brown hair was in complete disarray this morning but it could wait. Throwing some cereal down my throat I put on some music on the radio and waited for my love to arrive. My parents were out but that's no surprise, I was usually left to my own devices since my Mum and Dad opened some kind of dealership 200 miles away. It's not a big secret in my family that my parent's funds came above my well-being. And to be honest, I was glad. It meant that Hazel usually stayed here most nights that she could escape hers. The four walls I was staring at were all wrong. Empty, Lonely, Bland. They were life-less; a restricting box continuously pressing on my chest and I was starting to feel myself hyperventilate. Claustrophobia was setting in, my one biggest flaw. It developed when I was little when I was trapped under a canoe in a river one of those extremely rare father-sons bonding trips. The perfect metaphor really. Even when he tried to make us closer, we ended up further apart. I couldn't move and I couldn't scream. It seems a bit pathetic for a guy, and its hard for me to admit but I am big pansy at times.

"Never Say Never. The Fray. Nice."

I was abruptly shaken from my musings and saved from the increasing panic attack by the one voice that could rescue me from anything.

"I quoted. A small smile tugged at the edge of her lips and I wrapped her in my arms where she belonged. She smelt of chocolate and lavender, a weird combination yet deliciously perfect. How come when im around this girl I excessively use the word 'perfect'? Oh right, because im a big sap and I can't imagine her as anything but.

"C'mon you big romantic, we're gonna be late."

She squirmed out of my arms and threw my arm round her shoulders, tottering us off to her car.

The ride to school was peaceful, we didnt need words to fill the silence. We played our playlist over her stereo and exchanged a few glances. It was as if we could communicate purely through our eyes.

Yet i still couldnt get the feeling that something was wrong out of my mind. It was like a premonition. Perhaps it was Newtons Law. You know, "Whatever can go wrong, will.". but whatever it was, it wasnt good. So i put my weird emotional breakdown to one side and looked up at our intertwined hands.

"I love you." Because for some reason, I felt the need to reinforce that particular truth before I messed it all up.