From the Private, Personal Diary of Noelle Frost
Dear Diary --
Gotta get up, get out again. Can't just sit here. How does he manage to always find the exact right thing to say to throw me for a loop?
Sorry. This is -- this isn't the way I should be writing it. I should try to be clear. Like Popsicle always is with his lab notes -- concise, precise, and meticulous -- it's all the same thing, and here I am, ignoring every word. Reese tells me he cares about me, and I go comatose, walling myself up in ice to avoid thinking about it. Hurting Kid as I do. Which is the last thing I want. The absolute last thing.
I don't know why he said it. No, no, that's a lie. I know why he said it. I made him. He was going to keep it to himself, and I egged him on, wouldn't let him have a secret once he'd started telling it, then stopped. So maybe it's my own fault for wanting to know. God -- do I have this weird need to have all the boys like me? What's wrong with me??!?!?
I talked to Erin and Nora afterwards, told him what Reese had said, compared it to what Kid told me -- sweet, wonderful Kid. I don't deserve him. He's too good for me, but he won't hear me say that. He said he loves me, diary. Kid loves me. And I... I have to talk to my girlfriends to know what to do when a not-so-common criminal tells me he cares about me as well.
It's a wonder Nora didn't toss me off the rooftop where we sat and talked, to try to knock some sense into me. I wouldn't have blamed her. But she was so patient, so sensible, talking me into admitting what I knew already -- that this thing, this wonderful thing with Kid isn't worth ruining.
And with everything else that's going on -- that top secret thing a group of us are going to do -- I need to know that Kid's here for me. I need to tell him...
-N.
Later...
Noelle knocked on the door of Kid's apartment, wearing a short black raincoat against the late night chill, and a pair of red heels, with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles. She didn't know if he was home. Didn't call in advance. Just... showed up. Hoped he'd be there. Hoped he'd want to... see her.
She knocked again, and heard his southern drawl through the door. "Ah'm comin'." He opened the door and leaned on the edge, wearing just a pair of loose cotton pajama pants.
"Can I... come in?" she asked.
He nodded, and stepped back, closing the door behind her, rubbing at his sleep-tousled hair. "Kid, I owe you... there's so much I owe you. An explanation. A response. And I still really don't know what to say."
He crossed his arms across his bare chest, half fearing what she might be about to say. She continued, "I'm not so good with words. I'm good with ice, I guess. And maybe... maybe I've got a way to say what I need to... at least for now."
Noelle untied the belt of the raincoat and unbuttoned it, dropping it to the floor. She stood there in just her shoes, hair hanging loose and damp with late night dew. "I'm yours, Kid. I'm not going anywhere."
Gotta get up, get out again. Can't just sit here. How does he manage to always find the exact right thing to say to throw me for a loop?
Sorry. This is -- this isn't the way I should be writing it. I should try to be clear. Like Popsicle always is with his lab notes -- concise, precise, and meticulous -- it's all the same thing, and here I am, ignoring every word. Reese tells me he cares about me, and I go comatose, walling myself up in ice to avoid thinking about it. Hurting Kid as I do. Which is the last thing I want. The absolute last thing.
I don't know why he said it. No, no, that's a lie. I know why he said it. I made him. He was going to keep it to himself, and I egged him on, wouldn't let him have a secret once he'd started telling it, then stopped. So maybe it's my own fault for wanting to know. God -- do I have this weird need to have all the boys like me? What's wrong with me??!?!?
I talked to Erin and Nora afterwards, told him what Reese had said, compared it to what Kid told me -- sweet, wonderful Kid. I don't deserve him. He's too good for me, but he won't hear me say that. He said he loves me, diary. Kid loves me. And I... I have to talk to my girlfriends to know what to do when a not-so-common criminal tells me he cares about me as well.
It's a wonder Nora didn't toss me off the rooftop where we sat and talked, to try to knock some sense into me. I wouldn't have blamed her. But she was so patient, so sensible, talking me into admitting what I knew already -- that this thing, this wonderful thing with Kid isn't worth ruining.
And with everything else that's going on -- that top secret thing a group of us are going to do -- I need to know that Kid's here for me. I need to tell him...
-N.
Later...
Noelle knocked on the door of Kid's apartment, wearing a short black raincoat against the late night chill, and a pair of red heels, with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles. She didn't know if he was home. Didn't call in advance. Just... showed up. Hoped he'd be there. Hoped he'd want to... see her.
She knocked again, and heard his southern drawl through the door. "Ah'm comin'." He opened the door and leaned on the edge, wearing just a pair of loose cotton pajama pants.
"Can I... come in?" she asked.
He nodded, and stepped back, closing the door behind her, rubbing at his sleep-tousled hair. "Kid, I owe you... there's so much I owe you. An explanation. A response. And I still really don't know what to say."
He crossed his arms across his bare chest, half fearing what she might be about to say. She continued, "I'm not so good with words. I'm good with ice, I guess. And maybe... maybe I've got a way to say what I need to... at least for now."
Noelle untied the belt of the raincoat and unbuttoned it, dropping it to the floor. She stood there in just her shoes, hair hanging loose and damp with late night dew. "I'm yours, Kid. I'm not going anywhere."
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