I got a title! Ready? My story will now be called:
   Blue Eyes and Bright Skies. Hope you like it. Chapter 7:

        When we got home from the hospital me and Noah went up to my room because the doctor said I should rest because I was stressed and dehydrated. We laid on my bed and I put my head on Noah's chest. He was stroking my hair and I closed my eyes. "Tell me about your dad. Only if you want to though." I looked up at him. I sighed and then I told him everything. I don't think I have ever talked that much, he just made me feel so safe. When I was done, he kissed me on the forehead and said "i love you, ana, i want to spend my life with you." "i love you too, Noah." And we both fell asleep.
     When I wake up, Noah isn't next to me. We didn't have school, it was Friday and a teacher's institute, so I know he didn't go back to his house to get ready for school. I checked my phone, no messages. I got up and walked around the house, no Noah. I called Noah's phone, and his mom answered. "Hi, do you happen to know where Noah is?" She sighs and says "He told me not to tell you, but he went back to California. He said that he was cutting all ties to the gang he was in. I'm scared, Ana, he could get killed." "I'll be over there in a minute." I tell her.
    I drive fast to Noah's house. I walk in and go to his mom's room, and she's sitting there. Just staring at nothing. I go up to her and hug her. "I'm sure he'll be okay. He's tough. He has to come back." I tell her, trying to convince her and myself too. I stay at his house that whole weekend and on that whole week I didn't really pay attention to anything. I was waiting for Noah to come back, if he was coming back.
    That Friday, after school, I was driving home, and Noah's motorcycle was parked in my driveway. I immediately parked and flew into my house and up to my room. Noah was sitting on his bed, his back to me, so I couldn't see anything. "Noah?" I asked. I walked over to him, and gasped.

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