NOAH

Fuck, I need to get out of here, it's too much, they're too much.  Without thinking I just run past my screaming parents and out the front door, they didn't even look at me, well, they probably didn't even know I was there. It's cold outside, but stuffy at the same time. It's irritating. My feet feel raw and air is traveling up my trousers. Oh shit. I've literally just run out of the house in pyjama bottoms with no shoes on. Well, it's not as if anybody is going to see me at this time of night anyway. I don't even know where I'm going, so I just let my legs take me wherever. 

I walk down my street and onto a field. The grass under my feet definitely feels better than the rocky pavement. I really should have run back and grabbed my shoes but it's too late now, I'm already here, in this random field, wherever here is. I continue to walk across the seemingly never-ending field, stopping every few seconds to wipe the bottom of one foot off the other because the feeling of the damp grass and dusty yet slimy mud is getting on my nerves. Well, everything gets on my nerves but it's the muds fault for being there, and my parent's fault for me existing. I didn't ask to be here, well, I guess this mud didn't either. 

The field eventually comes to an end and I cross a road and onto yet another pavement with little tiny pieces of stone that get into the crevices of my feet every time I take a step. Stupid stones. The pavement is now sloping downhill and at the bottom, there is a small bridge, I have to duck my head because it hangs so low, it's not as if they could have made it any higher though because there's a train line directly above it. I am now standing here, exposed, on the side of a busy road. I cross over and see a shoreline of a rocky beach, great, more rocks, so I decide to step down and walk along the big rocks (that I must say are extremely unstable and I fear for my meaningless life right now) to find a place to sit and rest my now extremely sore feet. 

It's not as windy down here, there is a small breeze that is brushing against my abnormally and unfortunate big ears so I pull my hood up and over my head, dropping my headphones, to counteract that. The headphones seemed to have tumbled down into a small gap between the rocks so I bend down to grab them, and of course, since it's me, I fall and end up hurting my ass on the sharp end of a rock. Great. 

I get myself together and hobble along the rocks, staring down and looking at my feet. I tilt my head up slightly to see a bit of concrete up ahead, ah, thank god. A place to sit. I speed up my movements until I reach the concrete. I sit down and exhale. Finally. I stretch my feet over the edge and wiggle my toes out so my feet can breathe. 

Turning to my left I almost shit myself. OH MY GOD, THERE'S A LITERAL PERSON SITTING THERE LOOKING AT ME. SHE'S A GIRL. AH. FUCK. Act natural Noah, act natural. To avoid any more awkwardness, I pull my headphones over my head and pretend to listen to some music. Shit, wait. I've just gone and put my headphones on OVER my hood. Complete the act Noah, complete the act. I look over at the view to distract myself and count to ten...1...2...3...4 keep thinking 5...6...7...8...9...10... glance over. 

She's looking out again. Thank god. I can't really make out her face in the dark, but the moonlight hit's her face, showing some of her features. Her big doe eyes gleam under the light and she keeps on biting her lip. A reflex maybe. I wonder what she's thinking. she looks back over and catches me staring. She pulls a face as if she's trying not to laugh. 

To try and take away this awkward tension I look at her and say "What's so funny" in a joking tone. To which she replies with a smirk and she looks up at the top of my head. Uh oh. She goes to speak "So, what music are you listening to? Through your headphones...through your hood?"