halcyon_houses

Who: Noah and Summer
Where: Summer's room
When: Tuesday evening


His shoes sounded far too loud on the steps as he worked his way up through the castle to the Aquatic house. Maybe it was the flip or maybe it was the flop but something was echoing far too loudly on the stone walls. Then again, everything seemed a bit too loud as Noah walked toward the other house. It wasn't a fear of getting in trouble for being in someone else's house and a girls floor. If a guard wanted to make an issue of it... Noah could deal with having the conversation that needed to happen somewhere else. He might not be happy about it but picking a fight with a school guard didn't exactly seem like the worlds best life choice.

He'd made enough shitty life choices that he didn't need to add onto that with a fight that easily made the top ten of stupid fights.

Talking with Natalia the night before had helped with his mood. But then again when didn't it? Without her, Noah was pretty sure he wouldn't have lasted as long as he had without some meltdown of epic (and embarrassing) proportions. Life was shitty, Noah knew that, so for the most part he tried to always shake it off. Sitting around wallowing in the shit didn't do anything. But as of late, he'd been finding it harder and harder to just move past it all. He had to because something else would just come down the pike sooner rather than later, it always did. Sometimes it was better, sometimes it was worse but it all had to be dealt with.

So step one on that whole dealing with agenda... talking to Summer again. Talking to her when there wasn't the shock of the whole situation making him a sputtering idiot. He couldn't say he'd be able to control everything he felt, but he didn't have that kind of training he was working hard enough at keeping that whole wild beast in him calm. But he could at least be calm now and not have the whole accusatory damage going on last time. He could only hope she was better off as well...

Something told him that probably wasn't the case though. She hadn't been to football since last Tuesday. Noah had. He needed, no required the physical activity. He'd always done better with the physical, it was words that he struggled with. But more than that, football had always been what he was comfortable with, his safety net. Granted it wasn't the same anymore, not without the prospect of playing like he once had but it was still therapeutic for him. She'd been noticeably absent but he'd just channeled that into a little harder practice. Now he was showered and changed and... just ready to try and make some sense of this whole situation.

Noah worked his way through the hallway until he found her door. He hesitated for a moment before knocking. Well here went nothing.