#npara

Chelsea Carrigan || Saudade

@bluedreamswhitepearls Noah stood infront of Paty's door. Knocking loudly and over and over again. He'd finally done it. Realised how stupid he was being and broken up with a girl he had no feelings for any longer. It was unfair what he'd been doing to her and for him to keep stringing her along. Everytime he was with her he was thinking about Paty and he couldn't do it anymore. He needed to tell Paty how he felt. "Paty? Please open up." He sighed. He felt like he'd been waiting there forever. "I need to talk to you."

@bluedreamswhitepearls Noah was certain he had never made an excuse and left somewhere so fast in his life, he ignored the questions shouted after him. He could have crashed he drove that fast on the way over and he almost took the skin off his knuckles as he knocked on her door.

This was getting ridiculous. Sure, she knew they had the same circle of friends; that was how they’d met and begun dating. All their other friends brought significant others to hangouts and they were the last two left standing/single. They’d just never thought about the fallout if they broke up, who would go where with aforementioned group of friends. They’d been careful thus far, trying to coordinate who went to what with mutual friends, but it was life, not a movie, so they were thrown together now and then and it hadn’t begun to get less awkward. The quiet girl studied him from the living room where scattered board games sat in various stages of gameplay while the rest of their friends were in the kitchen making snacks. He was wearing the beanie, the one that meant something was going on and it made her feel terrible that she had no idea what it could be. Abandoning her spot on the couch with a book in her lap, Nevaeh quietly sat beside him and looked over, blinking with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”She asked, proud that she didn’t stutter once although her stomach twisted anxiously.

Noah made his way into town in his new car. Another perk of his lifestyle now. He was on the up, but this was his hometown, and he’d never forget it. It held so many memories that he would never let himself forget it. He slowed down as he drove towards his destination, glancing at all the buildings that held all of these memories so dear to him. He parked his car outside his old house, his family still lived here, he just didn’t, he made to make his way inside, glancing across the street at the only other house that mattered. Sure he was here to see his family, but he was also here to see her. He looked up at his old house before walking back down the path and across the street. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her in forever, in fact he’d never lost contact and he’d text her just yesterday to let her know he was coming back into town, telling her she needed to free her calendar for the next few days because he was desperate to see her and he wanted to go to all of their old hangouts. He knew she was still with him, was almost certain she lived with him, but he couldn’t be sure. He must admit it was the only thing she ever talked about that he didn’t listen to. He’d never got on with him, hated him in high-school, but had always put on an act for her sake. When he finally got to her door, a smile spread across his face as he reached for the knocker and rapped it against the door.

Nevaeh had been going through a hell of a week. After telling Logan, she had waited a few days before telling her parents and the fallout was ugly. Her parents were cold, and distant, and had insisted she find somewhere to stay. They weren’t loud or screaming, just very quietly disappointed in their daughter, and that was what hurt the most. She had asked to stay with her aunt and uncle for a few days, at least, until she figured out what to do next, and yet through all of it she hadn’t been able to bring herself to call Logan and tell him. He didn’t need to know. On the day of the ultrasound, her uncle dropped her off at the hospital and she walked inside, hands wringing behind her back as she signed in at the desk. Big brown eyes looked for Logan, as she sat in the waiting room. Soon, a nurse called her back and she fought to keep her composure as she followed her back, alone.

Not being a party fan, it was almost worse being the guest of honor. Her graduation had been a day she’d looked forward to since her first afternoon of Kindergarten, and now her house and backyard were spilling with friends and family wishing her well. Her mother had happily pushed her towards some people from school whose parents knew her own, which was how she stood standing talking to a boy around her age.  “Seriously? You’ve never seen any of the Superman movies? C’mon, you’ve gotta watch them, they’re unbelievable! We’ll just have to set up a date to watch them all,” The boy was saying as she tried to shift into social butterfly mode. "I feel old superhero movies are overrated simply because they came around first, honestly,” And the conversation continued.