Faith
Nothing scared me more than the voice. I shuddered just thinking about it. I glanced at Noah and his face was pale. Finally, he got up from the chair and walked towards me. He kneeled down, his piercing blue eyes staring right into mine. We stayed like that for a while, then he hugged me. I hugged him, feeling safe. As if the voice never happened.
"No one's going to hurt you. We'll keep you safe," Noah said. Noah's words were soothing, but we both knew that wasn't true. He was going to kill me.
I walked upstairs to see what Noah's bedroom was like. Something bright red in the kitchen caught my eye. I smelled it. It smelled like cherries. I took a spoon and took a bite. Immediately I fell in love. It was delicious!
"You tasted the Jell-O Mom made. Was it good?" Noah asked out of nowhere. I jumped. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he laughed. I continued to eat the Jell-O until the front door opened. A woman was standing.
She gasped. "Are you guys… Is she…" She stuttered in disbelief. I didn't understand, but Noah was beet red.
"Mom, no!" he grumbled, "She's just a friend." I curtsied, showing my respect. She looked at me weirdly.
"Um, sweetie, did you just curtsy?" his mother asked, bewildered. This time, I looked at her weirdly. Did they not curtsy to their elders in the future? How rude! I thought. Noah laughed nervously and led me upstairs.
"Wait, but at least let me help her churn the butter!" I protested.
"Churn the butter? She's one weird girl, Noah," she noted. Noah grabbed my hand and we both ran upstairs. I crossed my arms and looked the other way.
"Faith, I can't let her know that you're from the past. It's too risky, and that evil voi-" he stopped himself. He knew I didn't like to be reminded about that. "That evil person," he corrected, "said that it's easier to target you in the future. So, it's too risky to tell Mom," Noah explained. Knowing that Noah cared about me made me relax a little.
"Tell me what?" His mother asked. Noah's face paled.
"Umm, that... she… umm... we are together!" he exclaimed nervously. He hugged my shoulders while I turned tomato red and glared daggers at him. His mother squealed. Noah looked at me and quickly took his hand away, blushing like crazy.
"That was close," he muttered. "Oh, and Faith?" I looked up. "Um, first of all, sorry. That was the only idea in my mind. Not… that I, you know, was thinking about you… I mean I was! But… um… oh, god," he stumbled. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He seemed shocked at first but then began to laugh along with me.
"What was the second thing?" I asked.
"Oh, I just wanted to say, your clothes," He started. I raised my eyebrows.
"What about my clothes?" I snapped.
"No! Not-not that they aren't nice. They're really pretty! I-I mean nice. Yeah, they look nice," He stuttered. This angered me.
"Oh, ok. So my clothes don't look pretty," I said, slightly annoyed. He put his head in his hands and muttered, "Oh, god".
"Your clothes are old-fashioned. You'll get questioned about them. So I think you should, you know, wear more modern clothing," Noah said, closing his eyes. He peeked and saw me smiling. He let out a breath.
"Ok," I replied, and went out to find some clothes.