#noah morrell

[mayabaxter]

for: @noah-morrell​ location: a beach somewhere time: 7 am

Maya wasn’t a beach person nor was she a morning person --- two things she was contradicting by being being here. But sleep evading her yet again, she could blame the coffee but at this point there was so much of it in her system she wouldn’t be surprised if if had no effect on her, at least she had a few hours of shut eye and she supposed it would have to do. Winding up barefoot at the beach wasn’t something she planned, it just happened. Maya  became a city person the day she moved to New York, living on an island and being surrounded water took the wonder out it, and the city held too mystery to give it up, but she but even then she couldn’t deny the effect the ocean had on her. Watching the water lapping the shore, the steady push a pull of the waves, calmness washed over her and Maya found switching her brain off to be easier than anticipated.

There were a few people scattered about, but that didn’t stop her feet from kicking at the water lightly, sending sprays of sand and water into the air. She should’ve been paying more attention, should’ve been consciously aware of her surroundings but all her mind was capable of doing was to keep her moving, it wasn’t until she kicked a little too strongly she looked up as it splashed someone in front of her, “Ah, shit, I’m so sorry,” she spoke, instantly snapping back to reality, “I wasn’t looki---” Words froze as the face came to clarity.

“Noah...?” she breathed out, “Is that you?” Confusion flashed across her face at the same time recognition did, but the question still fell from her lips, she needed sound proof that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. 

[alexanderbarnes]

for: @noah-morrell location: boxing club time: wednesday evening

From coffee cups to boxing gloves; it was an interesting trade and one that surprised Ethan on all grounds, but it was a welcomed change. He hated to admit it but he had forgotten all about Noah and their chat, but everything that had happened with Charlie and the black out and his black out, his head was both empty and full of thoughts, a dull buzz of events and alcohol; the latter to drown out the former. All he wanted to do was curl up under his blankets and forget the world. But he didn’t, he got up because the sun rose everyday and Ethan had trained his body enough times to rise with it, eyes opened and he moved on auto pilot mode; up, out and around, if you were to ask him how he had spent the day he’d have no answer for you for then Ethan would’ve realised he had done things without having any solid recollection of doing so. 

He needed a sharp break to this numbness, something to shake him fully awake and that’s how Ethan found himself walking into the local boxing club, albeit two weeks late, but he showed up nonetheless. Instantly taken by the rings set up and bags hanging from the ceiling he hadn’t realised he had walked almost halfway across the floor until his gaze caught a familiar face, hand went up in a small greeting as he took the few extra steps to meet him halfway, “Hey, sorry I’m late...my phone got busted...and I kinda also forgot about this thing.”