From the Private, Personal Diary of Noelle Frost
Dear Diary --
I'm floating on air, and this time it's entirely metaphorical. I mean, yes, I've got the hovering thing down cold, so to speak, but this time, the wings on my feet are entirely allusionary. Illusionary? Fake? Well, not real.
Gah! I can't even think!
Streak and I finally had that talk. Yesterday. And it was... well, I know the day I started manifesting my powers was a big one, but I just might think this was one of the best days of my life. I told him I didn't want to get between him and Riot, if that was a thing, and we talked some more, and he told me how he felt about me... and, well, we did not break up, Diary. Quite the opposite.
He's gonna talk to RF, I guess, and I should say something to her too, if she'll still talk to me afterwards. Streak and I are... well, trying to keep some things kinda private, so I'm developing an interest in the rooftops of Paragon City. I don't want to rub anything in her face, don't want to permanently damage our friendship.
But Streak and I... I can't even say it. Find the words. I'm *glowing* too much. We just had a great day. Helped out another hero, did a bit o' hunting with the Baron, Halorin, and some others, and attempted to rescue a few reporters from the Freaks... but that's not my story to tell. I can keep Streak's secrets, sure as I can keep my own.
Not that I think I have any from him. I even told him 'bout my upcoming birthday -- my first ever away from my family. Like Christmas, but more personal, ya know? Then again, as he said -- we were there for each other on that holiday. My fingers, toes, legs, additional body parts are all crossed that he'll be there for me again.
The rest of it is icing on the cake. Ice, even.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna try to make an appointment at the hairdressers, if I can. The ponytail's all well and good and easy, but sometimes, a girl wants to let her hair down..
I'm floating on air, and this time it's entirely metaphorical. I mean, yes, I've got the hovering thing down cold, so to speak, but this time, the wings on my feet are entirely allusionary. Illusionary? Fake? Well, not real.
Gah! I can't even think!
Streak and I finally had that talk. Yesterday. And it was... well, I know the day I started manifesting my powers was a big one, but I just might think this was one of the best days of my life. I told him I didn't want to get between him and Riot, if that was a thing, and we talked some more, and he told me how he felt about me... and, well, we did not break up, Diary. Quite the opposite.
He's gonna talk to RF, I guess, and I should say something to her too, if she'll still talk to me afterwards. Streak and I are... well, trying to keep some things kinda private, so I'm developing an interest in the rooftops of Paragon City. I don't want to rub anything in her face, don't want to permanently damage our friendship.
But Streak and I... I can't even say it. Find the words. I'm *glowing* too much. We just had a great day. Helped out another hero, did a bit o' hunting with the Baron, Halorin, and some others, and attempted to rescue a few reporters from the Freaks... but that's not my story to tell. I can keep Streak's secrets, sure as I can keep my own.
Not that I think I have any from him. I even told him 'bout my upcoming birthday -- my first ever away from my family. Like Christmas, but more personal, ya know? Then again, as he said -- we were there for each other on that holiday. My fingers, toes, legs, additional body parts are all crossed that he'll be there for me again.
The rest of it is icing on the cake. Ice, even.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna try to make an appointment at the hairdressers, if I can. The ponytail's all well and good and easy, but sometimes, a girl wants to let her hair down..
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