After Noah and I stepped out the door, I felt this day getting less romantic than I'd thought it would be, as my foot landed in the deepest puddle in Brighton, getting one of my flats and stockings wet. Luckily, for me, Noah doesn't really care about how clumsy and unaware I am of myself, and apparently, he likes that about me. He laughed and helped me pull my leg out of the puddle.

"I was thinking of snapping a picture of us together here under this huge tree, but it looks like we're having a bad foot day," he said. I rolled my eyes at him playfully, managing a smile. As we walked together on the way to Choccywoccydoodah, I listened to Noah make comments on Brighton of all the weirdest things. From the color of the sky to the thickness of the water all the puddles held. He kept asking me all these funny questions, too: "If you could be any color in the world, what would it be?"

"Oh, well, I don't know. I think maybe I'd settle for a hot pink. I feel as if that says 'sassy with confidence' and I've always liked that color, really," I said. "You sort of look like a hot pink sort of person. Or a hot red," he said, wiggling his eyebrows like a stupid person. I smiled at him, "Thanks, I guess. I'm not sure really what to make of that, or of any of the words that come out of your mouth," I joked. "What's that supposed to mean?" he whined.

"That your ridiculous, Noah Flynn, but in the best way possible," I said. Noah hugged me to his chest, and as he did, I found my foot getting itself wet again. "Oh no," I said, and Noah burst out laughing as he saw what I was going on about. My other foot was wet too now. I pulled it out of the puddle, and stared down at the pavement, determined not to get my feet soggy again. "Anyway, what color would you be?" I asked Noah.

"I'm sort of in an orangey mood today. Not like a disgusting orange that makes you want to vomit, though. Not a bold, neon orange. I'm in a sunset orange, like the sun setting over the horizon, the piece of sky that stretches between the whitish blue and the glittering yellow gold that surrounds the burning ball of sun," Noah says. I listen to his words, and am entranced by the passion in them.

I feel as if we're in the truck in New York, talking about the strangest, out of the ordinary things and making them sound like as if we're having the most deepest conversation in the world. We finally stop outside of Choccywoccydoodah, and I lead Noah in. He's wearing a beanie over his curly, messy dark hair, and a pair of sunglasses. No one expects him to be here at this time, anyway.

But to me, I would recognise him if he were a completely different person. I would know him, if he's dressed like Elliot. Which is a huge fashion statement, by the way. Elliot gets up from our table at the booth in the corner, and air kissed me on both cheeks, and shook Noah's hand. "Great to see you guys, er, since that..." I give him a deathly look before he can say anything else. "Since yesterday. Complimentary milkshakes, curtesy of Alex," Elliot gestured to Alex, who was smiling shyly at us.

I gave him a warm smile back. "Thanks, Alex," I said, finding myself a seat between Noah and Elliot. "No problem. This was, also my way of saying thanks. For all the help you both gave me in my time of need. I swear, that if it was you that was in a situation and needed help, I am there for you at the snap of your fingers. I'm just so happy to be reunited with Elliot!" Alex smiled, and gave Elliot a hug, "Aww," I said as they showed their affection by repeating Shakespeare lines.

Okay, so it wasn't that adorable. But that's a really signature Alexiot move, and it made me swoon to see them together again. "Who else is coming?" I asked. "Oh, well, I'm having a couple of friends coming. You might have met them, from the party yesterday. We'll know for sure when they come," Alex told us. I reminded myself Alex was two years older than us, and I wouldn't really recognise his older friends if I'd seen one before. "Okay," I nodded. "And Elliot?" Noah asked. "Oh, um. Jake and Linda are coming," Elliot looked away, his cheeks flushing.

"Jake and Linda?" I raised an eyebrow, my tone dull and surprised. Jake and Linda are the very people that Elliot always comes home complaining about, their lack of terrible fashion sense with the need to match everywhere they went. No, they weren't a couple. They were twins, which made it more weird. Apparently they ARE weird.

"Jake and Linda have very supportive ever since I came out, and yelled at the top of my lungs yesterday, 'I'm with Alex.' And the whole school heard it, and I was shunned, and people went avoiding eye contact everywhere I went in school for Parents' Night. But Jake and Linda, they were amazingly wonderful to me," said Elliot, still looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, okay," I nodded, not wanting to humiliate Elliot after all the trouble he went into to keeping his mouth shut, for me. Though it was tempting. It was a bit tense, and I felt a huge urge to ask more about Jake and Linda, when Alex saved us all.

"Look at all these options! Can't wait for everyone. So, there's chocolate, mango, tropic fruit, vanilla, cherry, raspberry, orange, butter cream, bubblegum, soda...ew. And strawberry," Alex read the list aloud. We all ordered, and soon, a chocolate milkshake was sitting right in front of me on the table.

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Everyone was here, and now, a boy and a girl walked in. Megan and Ollie. Holding hands, looking totally in love. Well, Ollie more with himself than Megan. They spotted us and waved, "Penny!" they yelled at me, as they caught me staring at them. I wanted to dive right under the table and take Noah with me. I looked horrified, and sensing that, Noah felt around and found my hand and squeezed it tightly under the table.

Megan sat down at our booth without any invitation, dragging Ollie with her. "So you see, we're together now!" she planted a kiss on Ollie's cheek. "Um, we are?" asked Ollie, looking confused. He totally had surfer dude look going for him. With his straight blonde hair hanging in his face, a pair of floral shorts, a tank top and slippers, with a completely blank expression on his face. "Of course we are!" Megan nudged him in the stomach. "OW!" yelled Ollie. I wanted to die on the spot.

Megan, on the other hand, was looking as if she belonged on the cover of VOGUE, with her glossy brown hair pulled back slightly with a reddish hot pink sunglasses lying on top of her head, and over the top makeup. She had red lips, too dark, which didn't suit her at all - lightly blushed cheeks and overly painted bronzer, and all her foundation showed in the white light that illuminated above us, making her look like a ghost covered in white powder. She was batting her fake, long Barbie doll eyelashes at Noah, who moved uncomfortably away from her. She wore a skin tight skirt, black heels and black jewelry, with a white blouse tucked into the skirt. She rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands, batting her eyelashes and fluttering them so much at us that they looked like two butterflies. She snapped her fingers in the air and yelled, "WAITER!" without taking her gaze off Noah.

A waiter hurried up to us, "Two more milkshakes, um...what did you have?" she asked Noah. "Chocolate," I answered for him. "Chocolate!" she ordered, "For me and my BOYFRIEND." She grabbed Ollie's face, which was wandering away into the clouds, turned it towards her and placed a firm kiss on his lips. He shifted back and made strangled noises as he tried to escape from Megan's grasp.

The waiter looked a bit traumatised as she nodded at us, and walked away to place Megan's order. Megan finally released Ollie and pulled away, and sighed, a weird, long sigh. The kind of sigh you would sigh after taking a huge slurp of hot chocolate. "Aaahhhh," she said, grossing all of us out. "Penny. Tell me all about your new friend, she placed her long, painted fingernails over Noah's hand, who yanked it back. "You know him!" I told her. "No, I DON'T. I have never seen this hot young stranger in my LIFE. You know, I'd be willing to break up with this dude if you come home with me," she whispered to him.

"Megan!" Elliot shrieked. I had managed to shush him into silence and tell him to be polite as Megan seated herself beside us. But now he couldn't hold himself back. "I can't believe you, you sneaky little cold hearted WITCH." he said. Elliot grabbed the sunglasses off Noah's face, "Do you recognise him NOW? As Penny's BOYFRIEND?!" Elliot almost yelled at her. She gasped and let out a small scream. "Noah?" she breathed. Noah looked terrified, and grabbed the glasses and placed it back over his eyes. "Pen, let's go," he said. "Before they make a scene."

"TOO LATE!" Elliot yelled, pouring Megan and Ollie's milkshakes they ordered from the tray, and dumped them over their heads. It was a repetition in history, the milkshake dump. I gasped and pulled Noah's hand, and we made our way out of there.