I slept good that night.

You can probably guess why.

I couldn't stop reliving what happened between us - was that a normal thing for a teenage girl to feel? I began to wonder if Noah was thinking the same thing, if I was always on his mind like he was always on mine.

I've never ever felt this way about a guy... Ever. I was so deeply in love with him that I couldn't fully comprehend how much he meant to me. All I know is that if I ever lost him I might die myself, of course I'm pretty much like that with Dani and my family too.

When I woke up I noticed a gigantic hickey on my neck - it definitely wasn't a small one. In fact, it was probably bigger than an egg and I can't express how horrified I was.

I'd never had to deal with hickeys before so as you can tell, I had no clue what to do about this one that magically appeared on my neck.  All I knew was that Noah was to thank for it. 

In full panic mode I grabbed my phone and went to YouTube, frantically hoping that the service would kick in and allow a successful search.  The service kicked in and out sometimes, it didn't always allow access to my much disappointment.

But somehow I think it was a gift from God when the perfect YouTube video appeared on how to cover a Hickey with makeup. 

Thank the Lord.

Although, let's just say that my makeup skills weren't that good, and it ended up looking like a big, huge bruise instead of actually getting rid of it.

I guess that would have to do.

When I walked downstairs for breakfast I sat across from Noah for one main reason, So I could see his perfect face.  I started to dig in to the food that was in front of me when my Grandma practically screamed, he eyes were wide and suddenly all of the attention was drawn to her.

               "How on Earth did that big, gigantic bruise get on your neck?!?!"  My Grandma screamed. She seemed worried, but more curious than frantic. For a moment or two I froze - this was one of those situations when I wish I had a magic remote that could freeze time.

             Shit.

           "I'm not sure how it got there. I think it might of been when I hit my neck off my bed post last night" I said in the most honest voice I could manage. This may as well be my first time actually lying to my Grandma, and for some reason I didn't even feel bad about it.

            Noah chuckled, his expression light and amused.

                  "Bloody hell Karman, how'd you manage to do that.?" My Grandpa said from his end of the table. I was actually surprised that he said something, Grandpa doesn't normally add to our morning conversations.

                  "I got up in the middle of the night and tripped." I said. So far I thought my story was pretty reasonable, I couldn't spot any holes, yet.

                      "Aw, pore thing. It will probably go away in a couple days or two" Grandma said with one of those caring faces.   I don't know about that, Noah sucked pretty damn hard.
                 
              "Hopefully" I said while glanced over at Noah who looked amused as hell. His smile was enough to lighten my mood, even if I did get lots of attention because of my 'bruise'. The conversation quickly died down, Dusty couldn't stop glaring at me like she was trying to figure out a puzzle, and Noah couldn't stop smiling - although, neither could I.

As I was helping load the sink with dirty plates Grandma proposed me with a question,

"How would you like to have a girls day? I haven't had much time to talk you and I think it's about time we catch up on somethings" Grandma said with enthusiasm. She was practically beaming with delight that there was no possible way that I would say no.

"Okay! That sounds perfect" I said, trying to mimic her excitement. It wasn't that I didn't like my grandma, it was just, every minute I spent with her increased my chances of Her finding out the truth. And I didn't have a back-up plan if she did.

Grandma smiled and told me we would leave at Noon, which left me plenty of time to get ready. I rushed upstairs and changed into my normal attire; a T-shirt and shorts. I straightened my hair because it didn't take long to do so, and then I made my way towards Noah's barn - hoping that I could have a chance to talk to him. 

Luckily Noah saw me coming and was ready for me when I reached the doorstep.  Once I got inside I was mighty surprised on how well-kept it was. This was the first time I've been in his room and I can say that it was just like Noah's personality.

   The kitchen part was a little messy, but beyond that - the bed was neat and so was his closet and drawers. He had a guitar in the corner and I suddenly grew suspicious about what else I didn't know about him.

                 "Nice try on covering that up" Noah said while pointing his finger at my hickey. He chuckled, he was still amused.

              "It's the size of a egg! Why'd you have to put it in the most inconvenient place possible!" I questioned - of course I was only joking with him. Noah laughed.

               "You're mine, I was simply making that obvious" Noah said with a chuckle afterwards, although I could sense the sweetness behind his words. He did it because of Jeremiah, that was     What made the most sense anyway. Was he still upset about that? 

                    "You look pretty today, where are you going?" Noah asked while cleaning up a random shirt thrown on the floor.

           "Me and Grandma are having a girls day" I said honestly. Noah smiled and offered for me to sit down on the little couch he had in the corner. I gladly accepted and fell into the comfort of the cushions.

              "That's fun, Maybe this evening you can come back here and we can spend some quality time together" Noah said with so much happiness in his tone. His voice was serious though, so I could instantly tell that he didn't mean anything sexual. He just wanted to talk and I thought that was very much needed.

Maybe then I would get a chance to ask him about that guitar.

And the football placed on the corner bookshelf.

It occurred to me that there was so much we didn't know about each other, and that needed to be cleared up before we began a real relationship.

    But then I would have to tell him about Carson, and that seemed near impossible.

            "Yeah, of course." I said, so Noah would know I was interested.  He smiled, a large smile that made my stomach flutter. Everyday that passed, I fell farther and farther, down the rabbit hole that lead right to Love.

                    •*•*•*•*•*•*•*•**•

Grandma and I went to a little taco shop in town for lunch. I've never seen the place before so I figured it was something Noah forgot to show me on our tour. 

I can't believe it's been a month and a half since I've arrived in Arizona. Today was exactly July 14th and my adventures would come to a end on August 28th when I would head home to begin my Senior year of high school.  It was so shocking that most of the time I chose to ignore the day, I didn't want my time here to end.

Mucho Tacos was magnificent. In a way it was kind of like Taco Bell, but more fancier and less fast foody. Let's just say that it was probably healthier than those fast food restaurants I would always go to back at home.

The place had a Taco bar where you could make your own Taco or Nachos. The choices were unlimited and I couldn't believe my eyes half the time. The crazy thing was, it wasn't even expensive! Grandma said it was one of the cheapest places in Town to eat, which I guess explains why they were so crowded today.

After we both made our meals we found a booth in the back of the restaurant, the noise was still really loud though. Half the time I could barely hear what Grandma was saying, but as I went back for seconds the place died down since lunchtime was over.

"So, have you meant any guys here in Arizona?" Grandma said in a attempt to bond with me. Noah, I thought. But I knew she meant it in a different way when she wiggled her eyebrows like some maniac.

                 "No" I said. Great, I just lied again.

                "Oh come on. You can tell your old grandma anything" Grandma said while she attempted to laugh. I forced a laugh after her, even though this whole conversation was starting to get awkward.

"I'm serious Grandma. I haven't met any guys" I said, trying to be as serious as I could. My heart started to pick up pace now, simply because I was lying through my teeth.  Grandma smiled.

             "What about the guy you used to hang out with all the time? Your Dad used to tell me about how much he loved him. He said you two were perfect for each other" Grandma said with curious eyes. She set down her fork down and looked at me.

I wanted to scream.

What

The

Fudge.

Why did my family like Carson so much?!?

"Carson?" I questioned. Even though I already knew the answer. Carson was the only boy I 'dated' - besides Noah anyway.

"Yeah! That's the guy. What happened to him?" Grandma asked. By this point I wanted to grab my plate full of Tacos and throw it across the room, but I knew Grandma was just trying to strike up a conversation, I shouldn't be mad.

                      "Uh - I broke up with him a long time ago. He just wasn't my type. To be honest, he was kind of a dick." I said. Grandmas face scowled up in disgust, she harshly scolded me.

             "We are in a damn restaurant. Watch your language" Grandma said, and I couldn't help but want to laugh. 

             "I mean jerk. That's what I meant to say" I said. Grandma nodded her head, she seemed interested in what I had to say.

           "Well, you do you." Grandma said in one of those proud Grandma voices. For once I was happy that she didn't criticize my choices, although she probably would if she realized what Noah and I were doing.

"Oh and I almost forgot to tell you that Dusty's birthday is on the 17th this month. We are having a party and I expect everyone to contribute to the gifts, even you." Grandma said. I nodded even though I didn't have the slightest idea of what to give her. This was tough, partially because I barely even knew her and she probably wanted the most expensive thing on the planet.

"But what should I even get her?" I questioned, I was desperate for any help I could get.

"Well, after almost 18 years of knowing Dusty I've come to learn that it's easiest to just get her money" Grandma said. But honestly, I wasn't about that money crap. Chances are she'd probably just buy thongs and bras with it. Nothing actually meaningful. This would take some extreme thinking on my part.

"But does Dusty have any hobbies or talents , you know, anything like that?" I asked. Grandma shook her head no. I frowned.

                 Shopping for Dusty was going to be tough, but hopefully in the next few days I'll come up with something.

                 Hopefully.

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