Keeping Promises. ((Noalan))

[Randy Kerr]

Randy tossed the newly-opened letter and reached for her Nikes. She barely read the message from the St. Claire orphanage before she decided to bolt. Randy had a tendency of running away from the things that scared her. She just wanted to pretend that they didn’t exist; that they didn’t matter. Running was the best way she knew how. Literally, Randy loved to run. It cleared her head and took her out of the real world even if just for a moment. Randy didn’t live in a dream world. Actually, she lived in the opposite. She lived in the cold, hard world where her dreams meant nothing. She lived in the world where she didn’t have a father and her mother was dead. That was why she ran. She ran to run away from everything, to pretend that her reality was nothing. If she kept moving and kept living her life, it didn’t feel like her mother was dead. And it didn’t matter to her that the letter was just some pathetic thing telling Randy that they were proud of her and that she should keep up the good work and that it would all pay off in the end. She didn’t care what it said. But, that didn’t want to make her run any less. Randy pulled the shoes over her socks. Reality scared the usually fearless girl. She knew that one day, she would be out of the orphanage and left on her own and that really did scare her.

Randy pulled on her running clothes before she dashed out of her dorm. She didn’t care what she looked like. Randy didn’t care one bit and still, she always managed to look amazing. She had that model thing going on, really. Randy could make anything she wore look great. She couldn’t help it more did she acknowledge it. She didn’t care how she looked or how other people thought she looked. If she had it her way, she would purposefully try and look horrible, but she couldn’t. She didn’t know how to pull it off. Whatever. Randy wore the cute pink sweat-pants that she had received as a gift from a friend at St. Claire’s and grey sweater along with a tee-shirt. She was tempted to grab a pony-tail holder, but she decided against it and let her long blonde hair fall way past her shoulders. She eyed the letter on her bed once again.

Randy felt like a new person when she ran. She liked who she was, but she couldn’t help but like to feel like someone else. Randy could deny that her life was messed up, but she would be crying. So instead of lying, Randy ran off her anger, her thoughts. She just wanted to be happy and alive. She wanted to be that angelic girl that her mother had loved. If she could do that, then she could feel normal. Then she could fake it and that was all she wanted to do. Randy’s eyes shifted to the lake as she ran about the grounds. Her feet moved to the familiar places that she knew and loved. She found herself running a trail that would take her half way around the lake. It was on the opposite side of the Forbidden Forest so it wasn’t off limits. Randy’s green eyed looked nearly glazed over, but she was fully awake. She often had this far-awake look in her eyes. Sometimes, she seemed to live on her own planet. It was easier that way really. Randy shook her blonde hair out as the sun gleamed off of it. She wasn’t going to let that stupid letter bring her down just like she never let anything bring her down. She wasn’t going to fall, but if she did, she had nothing to lose.

Randy was making her way back to the grounds. She felt better. She felt like she could go on with her life. She ran all the time, but every now and then, she had to seriously think about her life. She had to think about how she was going to do what she always promised herself that she would. After her mum died, Randy swore that she would fully live her life the way her mum never got to. That was the reason for her unthinking and crazy actions. Sometimes, Randy forgot about the promise and it was like she had to start all over. She was weird like that. Randy’s brain was usually a mess of thoughts that she could barely tell the difference between. Other people knew this of course, but they never could have guessed really how weird Randy’s thoughts were. Randy didn’t even think that Zack understood. Well, at least not all of the time. Randy continued to glare at the lake when suddenly, she hit someone like a train. The two of them fell backwards. Randy grimaced and remained on the ground. Finally, she stopped moving. Finally, her little bubble burst and she felt somewhat normal again. She sat up and turned to the person on the ground. “I..” Randy wasn’t really the apologizing type, but this time she had to. “I didn’t meant to..I’m sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention.” She blurted out. She was ina weird mood. Randy looked at the boy. He defiantly looked older and he wasn’t in Hufflepuff, that was for sure. “Are you okay? I’m such a spaz.”

[Noalan Bounds G7]

It was one of those days. Nole had a chance to sleep in, and here he was wide awake just lying in bed. He wasn’t doing anything except thinking about nothing. It was the sun that was streaming in from the window that convinced him to finally give up on trying to fall back asleep. The weather had improved dramatically over the past week. Instead of snow fall, there was sunshine. Lots of sunshine that bounced of the snow making the snow sparkle like gems in a jewelry store. That was what had woken him up. He had a dream. A dream he had many times before. In this dream he was older, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four. He was at a jewelry store looking at rings. And beside him was a girl. He never saw her face, just the back of her head as she said not this one, defiantly not that one. At first it gave the appearance she was an over demanding girlfriend who wanted to choose her own ring. Then she moved to the next case as Noalan stood to the side looking rather hopeless. That’s when the girl squealed, he still had no idea who she was. She exclaimed that the ring would be perfect, just perfect on his girlfriend, fixing to be fiancée. He too walked over to the case saw the ring and sighed with relief. He thanked her for being such a great friend. This dream always puzzled him. Why did he get it so often? Who was the girl? Obviously he was close to her. Why wasn’t her asking her to marry him? But none of the questions where answered, they just left him with more questions and hope. Hope that he would someday get the answers he sought after.

He let all thoughts of marriage, and relationships slip from his mind. His mom had made him a romantic. But she herself had gotten remarried, and it changed his whole world. After all, he was no longer the baby after she did. He then had to share his mom’s attention with two kiddies. Good thing he was older by then and was already at Hogwarts. Still, he could never embrace Cody in his life like Vanessa did. That was alright. She loved him, Nole accepted it. As she often said, she was only living her life. He couldn’t blame her for his life changing. In return he became responsible and great with kids. The twins were now five. In six short years they would be attending Hogwarts. His mom would probably freak out again. There would be more tears shed. The boys would be happy to leave though; they were always ready for the next big thing. And with the thoughts of his family, Noalan forgot all about his reoccurring dream. By the time he was dressed and on his way outside he couldn’t figure out if he dreamed it all or not.

The last few days he had been spending a lot of time outside. It was normal Noalan behavior that hadn’t been displayed in his last year till now. All his other years at school he was always outside. He found it was so much easier to concentrate there. He loved the atmosphere. Not many people disrupted you. He also knew other people went out there for the same reasons he did. That is why tried not to disrupt anyone. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself, you never knew who you would find. The grounds, the lake, even the courtyard, they all made him feel better. He felt more optimistic, he saw life in a new perspective, there was no denying he felt great. But these things seemed to slip his mind as he had begun his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He had gotten so wrapped up thinking it was his final year. He had so much to do. He had never paid more attention to his school work then his first semester of his seventh year. He didn’t even make time for his friends. But a visit to the grounds last week brought back all the good he once knew. And yes, it brought back all the optimistic and new perspective. And here he was now. Walking down the path that led to the lake.


He had been lost in his thoughts, this time about a visit to the grounds that happened last week. He thought about how he wasn’t able to concentrate in class. How his thoughts landed to one place, the lake. All his favourite classes couldn’t hold his attention. But as soon as he came outside he felt better. Then he met someone. She had just been laying there on the ground. Their conversation developed from there. And he was thinking about her as he walked. He couldn’t help himself. She was a big part of his visit, without knowing it she reinstated his love for the outdoors once more. As he walked he felt himself hit something rather hard and stagger backwards, and then fall. He automatically felt horrible. His disengagement with reality had possibly hurt someone. He knew for sure it had shaken him.

He finally looked over at the person. She was a girl. She had long blonde hair that was done. He had seen many pretty girls but she had to be one of the prettiest. Now he was sure he had started on the wrong foot with her. After al he had knocked her down right? Noalan was a big flirt, except this year. As mentioned before he was to wrapped up in school and his own writing to pay any attention to the girls he normally paid attention to. One of his friends even joked by asking him what happened to Mr. Radio, where was his smooth talking? Nole hated that nickname; he hoped that it had died over the semester. He didn’t like to think he talked people into liking him. He was just a flirt, and he knew when he had ruined something. One of those moments where now. “I’m really sorry miss; I wasn’t paying attention and wasn’t looking where I was going.” Noalan told the giving her one if his very special smiles. And he was sorry. But at the same time the girl was apologizing as well. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention.” It was basically his apology. It caused him to laugh as he picked him self off the ground. “Are you okay? I’m such a spaz.” She was saying. “I’m fine, are you okay?’” He asked, he still felt like it was his fault. He needed to stay in reality more. “I don’t think you’re a spaz, just distracted, same as me.” He told her still smiling.

[Randy Kerr]

Randy shook her head as to say that it wasn’t his fault. When she did, her blonde hair spun all over the place. She laughed and quickly flicked it back to its proper spot. Randy looked eyed the boy in front of her. She didn’t know him. Then again, Randy spent most of her time with Zack and fellow Hufflepuffs. She did have friends in other houses, but Randy always had more fun with her Hufflepuff friends. And why change up something fun? Randy grinned her normal, huge grin. She was in a weird mood really. That letter totally threw her off balance. Normally, Randy was loud and carefree. She normally didn’t put so much thought into things even though teachers were constantly telling her to. Normally, she was living her crazy, off the wall life by her own terms. But she wasn’t at the moment. It was crazy how one letter changed things for her. Randy sighed. Stop it. She told herself. Remember the promise. And that changed everything in her mind. She was ready to go back to be reckless Randy again. She was ready to forget that stupid letter and go on with her life. Or was she?

“No, no. It was me. It always is.” She reassured him as she grinned her normal grin. There. Now she felt more like herself. She smiled at the boy. He was actually quite cute. Randy had a way of being a bit of a flirt. She couldn’t help it. She was already a bit of a tomboy and she got along with guys so well, but she couldn’t help flirting with them. Well, that was just what an older tom-boy did. She had never been in the ‘eww boys have cooties’ stage, she had always liked them as friends. So with time, she began liking her friends as best-friends and that evolved. What could she say? She smiled thinking about it. At least she never had to worry about flirting with Zack. Nope, he was her best-friend. He had been there for her since she walked up to St. Claires. Randy loved him like a brother and she always would. Randy looked at the guy in front of her. He did seem a bit upset that he knocked Randy over. But, Randy knew that she caused the damage. She often let her mind get away from her. She couldn’t help it though. Her mind simply liked to wonder.

Randy stood up and brushed her clothes off. Randy smiled and shook her head. A simply fall didn’t bother her. She shook her head. “Yea, I’m okay.” She told him. She nodded has he did a bit of apologizing for no reason. Well, it did show that he was polite. Maybe too polite. But then again, Randy had weird standards. “No really I am a spas. Ask my friends.” She laughed. Randy was many things. Her friends might call her a spaz, but the rest of the school probably wouldn’t. The rest of the school would call her pretty, friendly, and carefree. The students seemed to think that those words summed Randy up, but she was much more than all of those things. She was smart, witty, stubborn, and deep. She had a lot to think about and she always had a lot to consider. Randy was a lot more than what people thought that she was. She did correct them if they blatantly called her stupid. Randy didn’t think that she was smart but she would simply not stand for being called stupid.

Randy smiled her unintentional, cute smile. “Um, I’m Randy.” She said holding out her hand. Sometimes, Randy acted more like a boy than she realized, but some people didn’t seem to mind. They simply liked her quirkiness and her eagerness to do things her own unique way. After all, she was basically raised in an orphanage. Therefore, she made the decisions for who she wanted to be. She didn’t have a family to try and make them for her. And usually, Randy was quite happy with who she was. “And I run when I want to think, as you might have figured out.” She laughed. Randy often said weird things to stranger, but she couldn’t help it nor did she care if they thought that she was weird. “And if it wasn’t so cold right now, I would probably run straight into that lake and I wouldn’t stop until I reached the bottom.” She smiled looking to the lake. Yep, Randy said too much. She smiled to the boy as the wind lightly moved her hair. She glanced to the lake again. She couldn’t wait for the warmth to come with spring. Then, she could actually take that run straight into the lake.

[Noalan Bounds G7]

He watched this girl in front of him. It seemed as if she was fighting an eternal battle within herself. Like she was try to forget something, then she'd smile like she had won, defeated the 'thing', then the thought reappeared, or whatever it was doing, so she fought it once more, finally beating it. Whatever 'it' was. Maybe it was a problem she was dealing with. That was something he did when he was confused with something and just wanted it gone from his mind. Poof. Vanished. For him it was a battle. He could just hear the thoughts provoking and teasing, calling on him, reminding him, driving him mad. But it was silly, she wasn't like him. He needed to stop assuming things. Not everyone dealt with things the way he did. Maybe she did have something on her mind, but maybe she wasn't having an internal conflict with herself. Maybe she was thinking something amusing, and trying to rid her mind of the thought. Honestly, maybe she had different things on her mind anyway. Things deeper than his writing, and school work, and feeling a bit concerned for Rachel, or his mum and dad, things bigger than his over all uncomplicated life. He thought about himself way to much. He should have been more concerned from the girl, seeing if she was okay after the fall, rather than thinking about what she was doing. But as she smiled at him, he let his thoughts go and smiled back. He felt aweful about being in his own world and not paying attention. Another example about how self absorbed he was. He looked at the girl again. I mean really looked at her. He didn't know her. How lovely. He seemed to be meeting even more new people than he had before. He had a rather large amount on Gryffindor friends, but outside his house, well. He let AJ deal with matters like that. Nole only smoothed things out. Always the diplomat. A smoother talker, a manipulator some people seemed to believe. He thought it was silly and ridiculous. He didn't manipulate anything, just pushed their thoughts in the direction he saw fit.

He shook his head chuckling as he did. So she thought it was her fault. He knew it was his, after all he shouldn't have been in the way but upstairs asleep like a normal person. "I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree." He told her in response. "And I'm sure its not always your fault, you can't always take the blame. Its kind of like always paying the bill at a restaurant." He said tried to show her what he meant, how it made sense in his mind. "Some times the other person needs to pay, and most people always offer to do so, but if you always insist they'll walk all over you. Don't always pay the bill, don't always take the blame." He told her and laughing at how foolish he knew he sounded. He ran a hand through his hair trying to figure exactly what was coming out of his mind. He obviously didn't get enough sleep. But when did he ever get enough sleep? It never affected him before. He wondered again what was on her mind. She had seemed determined it was her fault. So maybe she was disconnected from reality briefly just like he was. But that would be to much of a coincidence. Write out of a book. One where people just 'randomly' bump into each other and became friends (or enemies depending on the book), right on the spot. He was sure it didn't happen like then in real life, but how cool would that be? He was always interested in making new friends. But that also depended on her. Did she want to make a friend? Or did she want to get back to whatever she was doing before the had bumped into each other? Whatever, he should be jumping ahead to conclusions either. His mind was in a state of chaos. He wasn't sure about anything. He was sure his diplomatic skills would be playing in his friends life pretty soon. And what of the girl? He was mostly thinking about her. He wasn't sure what would happen with AJ and Rachel, where things where heading. But he knew his friend. It wouldn't last. He wondered how she would take it. But she seemed like a girl who could take care of herself.

She stood up and brushed the dust off. He had to smile when she said she was okay. "Well, thats always good to hear." He told her smiling. She seemed to be taking in his apologies. That was good too. Because he was sorry. He always seemed to take responsibility for things. After all he had two twin brothers, he had to have some responsibility after them. He thought back to New Years eve, the night of AJ's party, when he had first encountered AJ and Rachel and an ex of AJ's, Chelsea. There seemed to have been some tension in the room when he had walked in. That evening before he headed for the party he remembered the boys had broken a wing off their mothers angel figurine. Noalan was going to fix it, but he never did, he had given it to Rachel. He wasn't even sure what possessed him to do so. She needed it. It was funny how we remember things like that. Moments, just insignificant moments of human kindness. Like the way we remember the things that most cause us pain. Like when his parents used to fight when he was a child. Always fighting. He remembered the screaming. But those memories always had something comforting after them to replace the hollowness it placed in him. To soothe him as if he was a child. Like when the twins where born. The first time he held them. How tiny and precious they where. And how he read them their first bedtime story, right there in the hospital. It was that moment that made him feel better. He was a complex person just like every human. he had a story just like everbody else. As she told him she was a spaz he wondered what hers was. "I'll have to take your word for it. But i'm also a bit of a dreamer, i live in my own world, it was my fault as well, just as my friends." He told her laughing. What would his friends say about him? He only wondered what they would say about him.

She smiled at him. It was a nice smile. They reached the point of the conversation where they would exchange names and such. Introductions, they where formally called. "Hi Randy, I'm Noalan, call me Nole." He greeted her as he took her out stretched hand to shake it. He normally didn't people who shook hands during introductions, so this was new and interesting for him. She then began to tell him she ran when something was on her mind. Hmm, so he had been right. Something was troubling her. He gave her a warm smile. "Well, its nice to have an outlet isn't it?" he asked her thinking of hid own way of clearing his mind. Writing. But she continued to talk. He had learned that if a girl was talking it was best if you listened. So he tuned back in. She was talking about taking a swim if she could. He laughed. When was the last time he went in the lake? "So you enjoy athletic activities?" He asked her, genuinely interested.

[[ Sorry for the wait ]]

[Randy Kerr]

Randy smiled at the boy’s statement. She nodded playfully. “Deal.” She told him. Randy would rather agree on something than fight it. Unless that person was just completely wrong of course. Then, Randy would fight it to the death. Randy was usually pretty easy to get along well. Well, of course Slytherins did get on her nerves. And it wasn’t so much that they were Slytherins. It was simply the way they treated her or at least most of them. Randy was a tall, leggy blonde who looked like she could simply be pushed around with no retaliation, but Randy wasn’t that girl. She had more spunk in her than she knew and she knew she had a lot already. Randy fought for what she believed in and she never seemed to back down. So when someone tried to take advantage of her, they realized very quickly that they were messing with the wrong girl and walked away. Of course they didn’t leave fast enough to avoid a few suggestive remarks from Randy. But, she couldn’t help how she felt. She would tell the truth till the day she died. She had to. That was the way Randy had always had been and her mum had been the same way. Randy strived to be like her dead mother and she would be with every fiber of her being. That was simply Randy’s way.

Randy smiled and nodded. “I’ll remember that.” She thought of Zack when he said this. Randy had a way of unintentionally walking all over Zack. And he usually let her unless she crossed the line. Randy didn’t always realize that she asked so much of him sometimes, but she did. Randy needed him to be everything for her and maybe he could be. But, one day, Randy would have to grow up and realize that Zack was a person himself and he couldn’t live just for her. He had to have his own life. Randy smiled. “Next time I go to a restaurant, I promise to let the other person pay the bill.” She smiled. Poor Zack. She wouldn’t actually do that to him. It wasn’t like Randy and Zack were a couple. Heavens no! Randy could pay for her own meal. She did have money from filling in odd jobs in Oxford and from baby sitting the little kids at St. Claires. Plus, she did have some money from her mum. Actually, Elizabeth did have a good bit of money in her account before she died. Actually, it was like a couple million. Randy didn’t understand why her mother had this insane amount of money in her possession before she died, but she hoped that she would some day. Randy wouldn’t receive this money until her seventeenth birthday which wasn’t until July. Randy could wait until then for the money. But she didn’t care about it so much. No, she just wanted to get out on her own really. She wanted her own house in Oxford down the street from Zack’s. Just to think, only a few months and she would have her own house. Randy smiled at the thought.

Randy laughed as the boy called himself a dreamer. “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” She joked. Randy had always been a dreamer. She had always lived in her own little world. This world existed before her mother’s death, but grew greatly after. When Randy first met Zack, she was a starry-eyed who lived in her own dream world and this was one of the very things that Zack liked about Randy. Randy smiled to the boy. Maybe they would get along. Randy liked meeting new friends. She liked meeting people with different personalities and this boy was unlike any that Randy had ever met. She nodded as he introduced himself. She grinned. “Okay well technically my name is Miranda, but Randy is much for me. So call me Miranda and you will die of a slow and painful death.” She said with a serious look on her face and then grinned and giggled wildly after a second. She smiled as he shook her hand and then eyed him. Randy tried to remember if she had seen him in the halls before. Maybe. But, she couldn’t remember an exact time. She shrugged to herself. She smiled when Nole said that it was nice to have an outlet. “It certainly is.” She smiled. Randy nodded at his next question. “Yea, well I’ve always been a runner unlike Zack.” She laughed. She then realized that Nole probably didn’t know him. “Oh sorry.” She said not really meaning it. “Zack is my best friend and I practically have to drag him along when I want to run. But, I spare him and don’t make him go all the time.” She nodded. All true. “I like football as well and Quidditch.” Randy eyed Nole and smile. “So Nole. What pray tell is your outlet?” She asked raising an eye-brow before laughing in her usual manner.

[Noalan Bounds G7]

"I do agree." Noalan told the girl with a sweet smile, thinking about his mother for a moment. His mother had many opinions on life. That you had to make the most of it. To live it the way you wanted to live it. And of course, everything happened for a reason. She was often heard using this as advice for Nole whenever he had a problem. She was sure to add some of that wisdom into her advice. He knew she would tell him that perhaps the reason he was woken up this morning was so he could venture outside and bump into this girl. Maybe life had a grand plan for him which included making many friends. Maybe this girl needed a friend, and his mother would be sure to mention how everyone always told Nole how great of a friend he was. After all, he was a great listener. He often helped mend broken hearts and smoothed things over when things weren't going great for some. He knew his mother would be more than happy to tell him all this. But he knew she was always correct. She was only human. He looked at the girl to see if maybe it could be true. Maybe she needed a friend. Well ... she didn't look like anything was bothering her. But then again you can't judge a book by its cover. He couldn't just assume she didn't have something bothering her, and he couldn't assume something was bothering her. People didn't always use him for his advice, or his manipulation skills. She looked like the kind of person who wouldn't. Again, it was judging someone before getting to meet them. But he had all the time in the world to get to know her. Then again it could have been an expression. Noalan felt stupid for over anazlyzing a simple phrase. A cliched phrase to be completly fair. He closed his eyes and chuckled softly to himself. What an idiot. Maybe this was why he was a good problem solver. He thought about things from many diffrent perspectives. He tended to over anaylize alot. Part of being Noalan Bounds i suppose. It doesn't bother him ... much. And it ussualy works out in his favor. So he tuned back into reality, for he was slipping away in his thoughts. He needed to return, perhaps this was part of the master plan.

He raised an eyebrow as she corrected herself during the introductions. "Ah, I see. So its Miranda, but you don't like it?" He asked her teasingly recapping what she had said. "But i think Miranda is a pretty name." He told her giving her a mock smile. "As for death ... well i'll take my chances, some say that I already have a death wish." He continued to tease her. He couldn't help himself. He just said whatever popped into his mind. Yes, this wasn't very wise. And it had gotten him into trouble many times in the past. But he didn't know anyone who actully thought about what they where going to say before saying it. He knew alot of teenagers had the tendacy to just say whatever, whenever. He wasn't normally one to be proud to be part of the crowd, but on this he couldn't complain. He wouldn't like to singled out for his inability to hold his tongue. Not that he ever said anything bad. Just always teasing, often sarcastic, and always to get a smile. Laughter was the best medicine after all. He couldn't remember who had said it, but he had heard it said that laughter was the shortest distance between people. He was sure it meant laughter helped everyone connect. And he was evidence of his own theory, he made my friends by amusing them rather than trying to impress them like some, or trying to be mysterious. The mysterious act only made people find you cold and distant after awhile. No, Nole was a rather gregarious person, he couldn't be distant or unapproachable if he tried. He was a good guy who was nice to everyone. Or he tried to be anyway. He mostly succeeded. Anyone could tell you that Noalan was just an all around good guy, they could tell you his best friend was AJ Murphy, they could even maybe tell you a little about his history. But not many people knew him. Not even AJ knew his biggest secert. Which was odd, because her next question pertainted a secert he couldn't reveal.

What was his outlet? Well it was writing. But that was a secert. Nobody knew. Not AJ, not his mother, and he told those two everything. Except this. Her question caught him completly off gaurd. But he didn't show it. Instead he just laughed a bit. He looked back at her, looking straight into her eyes and just standing there like that for dramatic effect. "I would tell you ... but then i'd have to kill you." He told her with a sly smirk. To say he'd have to kill her, well, that was a bit dramatic. But it wasn't like he could just come out and say it. He had been keeping it a secert until he was sure he was good enough for the world. Until his writing was worth reading. He then would suprise everyone with his stories. He would feel so proud and anxious as he would watch them read it. But until then he would just do what he always did. He would have to keep it a secert. Not that it bothered him. He enjoyed having a secert from the world. Some of his fears got in the way of him revealing this secert. He feared rejection and he feared failure. He feared that people would laugh at him and tell him at least he tried. Say something like they knew he was only kidding, that Gryffindors don't do things like that. He feared he wouldn't be good enough, and he didn't want these fears to come alive. Be was supposed to be brave, but deep in his heart of hearts he feared this more than anything. How great would it be to just reveal it right here out of the blue. It would be perfect. But he shook the thought out of his mind with a sad smile. He had no inspiration lately. He hadn't written anything in ages. It was disappointing, all he needed was a muse. But those didn't just visit you daily anymore. They where hiding, or rather giving some one else help. Like maybe students who needed to get their essays done, instead of Nole who wrote for the enjoyment of writing. His life didn't depend on it.

Zack? Who was Zack? She had mentioned him very briefly as she told him of her own outlet; running. Which explained what she was doing out here. And also showed something was infact on her mind. He had been right after all. But she was a step ahead of him. Before he could ask, she was telling him who Zack was. He learned that he was her best friend, that she drug him to go running with her, but she gave him a break today. Nole laughed. "Well, that was nice of you. I bet he's asleep." Nole said, thinking of how he usually spent his weekend. He was also right about her being an athletic person. Another point for Nole. He was just awfully good today.