Page 29 of Your Fan Forever
I made a note to make sure I got a selfie with Noah and I in thisspot.
I flipped through a few other photos. Selfies of us from last year traveling the world. A few from the wedding of the century a few monthsago.
We looked happy. We were happy when he or I weren’t overthinking our relationship. When we enjoyed eachother.
The quiet moments were few and far between. Noah wasn’t to blame. I wasn’t to blame either. It was football, school, work, having celebrities as best friends, all ofit.
I missed …us.
The tranquility seeped in my bones and forced the negative feelings out. The world was so huge and my problems so minuscule compared to the majesty of theplace.
Noah loved it here and he wanted me to love it,too.
It was a good place to start. Discovering what we had in common again. I could love thisplace.
And, as a spot to get married. Sure, why not. I looked back at the narrow trail. It would solve a few of my celebrity wedding phobias. Not too many people could fit in this spot and I imagined half the guests wouldn’t want to trek a half mile in the woods to watch Noah and I say, Ido.
I grinned and stood, wiping the dirt off my pants. Nip had moved on from the leaf and found a stick for entertainment. The stick was way too big, but he tried to pick it up. He would get it in his mouth and lift it and it would fall out. He growl at it and did it all overagain.
It reminded me of Noah. He’d work at something to the point of hurting himself until he gotit.
I videotaped it as Nip placed the stick on the first step the deck. He looking up in triumph as the stick slipped off the back of the step and down themountain.
I crackedup.
Nip barked at the stick until he couldn’t see it any longer. He barked at me and then stared down again. His left front paw swiped out as if testing that the world fell away andwhimpered.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Here I was in my own head about issues that could easily be resolved by talking toNoah.
Nip was ready to defy the laws of physics to retrieve his prized possession that was all aroundhim.
We both turned to the most complicated of answers to simplequestions.
For me, the answer was simple. Marry Noah and my life would be what you made ofit.
When we thought it was going smooth, it will all changeagain.
That waslife.
For Nip, his stick was gone, he picked anotherone.
I continued to crack up. I reached for the side of the deck to steadymyself.
“Oh shit.” In doing so, I dropped my phone and it bounced off the front of the deck made it's way down the hill to settle next to Nip’sstick.
My laughter stopped. So did Nip's whimpering barks. He looked at me, down at my phone and back at meagain.
“I have to get it.” I said to no one. I shrugged myshoulders.
Nip's headtilted.
I walked over to the side of the deck and held on as I shuffled my feet down the steepincline.
“Yip, Yip.” Nip stated what I already knew. This was a bad idea. I gripped a beam and scooted further under thedeck.
When I reached the edge of the beam, my fingers hurt. A small ledge two feet down would allow me to rest aminute.
I could scoot down the rest of the way on mybutt.
