Noah Mother Fucking Whitaker
Noah Whitaker was her boyfriend. And, as her boyfriend, he had to meet her family. That’s how things went. Now, Maria and Marlon had never really had a meet-the-family sort of dinner, but that was only because they’d known each other for their whole lives. So- this was her first. This was the first time that she as going to have a man that her parents didn’t know come into her home and introduce himself and say that- that-
That he really, really liked Maria.
Maria wasn’t nervous, of course she wasn’t nervous, but, she and Noah had agreed to him arriving at six and the clock said… Maria took a glance- Six twenty. It could’ve… It could’ve been traffic- but if Noah cared he would’ve left early. He just… Maybe…
A light tap on her shoulder made her look up suddenly. Her mother was there, gesturing for her to scoot over. Marilyn took Maria’s hands in hers and smiled brightly, ‘He’ll come,’ she spoke, accent thick and voice soft, hand rising to stroke Maria’s short hair, ‘By what you said, he likes you very much. He’ll come,’ Maria nodded, curling into her mother’s embrace and trying to push her worries away.
Noah had put the dinner off for as long as he could. He loitered around his apartment, kicked at his rug and then vacuumed over it to be clean while Will watched him before getting bored, retreating to his room and his cello. A cello. It was like living with Ryder, but with much less perks, without the benefits of being his best friend- and Noah still got stuck with the check every time.
Eventually, he’d changed into an appropriate outfit, the polite khaki button down rolled up to his elbows and the respectable slacks. He’d gotten in his car, turned up the volume and jammed to Kanye before even leaving the garage, and then finally was on the road, and showed up at the door.
Ryder had told him he was stupid, that he wouldn’t even get a chance to be a witness to the horrible scene after Noah cheats on her if he ends his relationship just by skipping out on a dinner. Told him to just go and stop being a brat. Noah pouted and got back in his car, his heart beating like a drum, breaking out in a cold sweat, because Mariella’s parents want to meet him. What does that even mean for most couples— what does it imply for them? God, he was going to break her.
After he’s exactly twenty three minutes late he forces himself out of his car and to their door, knocking firmly and reminding himself to be cool. Be charming, put on your business face, Noah, and make them adore you.
He wasn’t the only one who lost a friend you know, Noah. Jason was my friend too. Don’t even start me on what it’s like to lose someone close to you. Don’t you even dare go there, Noah. I know what it’s like to lose someone important to you, I know how hard it is and how mentally crippling it is to wake up every morning and know that someone you loved more than anything isn’t around to hug or kiss or talk to or just be there. I lost my father when I was 6 years old, I’m pretty fucking sure I understand what it’s like to lose someone.
Of fucking course I’ve thought about Will’s life since OUR baby came along. I am right now. He’s got a life and a future to look forward to. He’s an incredible musician and he doesn’t need to be held back by a whore like me.
And you still don’t acknowledge a THING I said about WILL. Just throw back about how YOU’RE IN PAIN TOO. Way to prove every assumption I had about you. You lost your dad when you were six, you’ve had time to grow old with the pain and let it become a dull ache: Will’s had a month to deal with his best friend dying at the age of what, twenty two? Jason was twenty two. Twenty. Two. Years. Old. Will is the same age. How much fucking turmoil do you think he’s going through right now because it happened one god damn month ago? Thirty whole days. Have you bothered to even ask? Think about it once?
Good. I’ll pass him the memo, let him know he doesn’t need to stick around any more.
Oh my goodness, Noah you’re so silly. Prettiest girl- have you found her? I certainly don’t see here in my room.
I have. She’s my girlfriend, you know. Short blonde hair, cutest cheeks, best smile— you, silly.
He can leave me if he wants. I can just go home and deal with this myself. If he really wants to leave, he can. As much as I love him, I don’t want to hurt him, and if he’s told you these things, well I guess I’m doing just that.
How is he supposed to just leave you even if it’s best for him? Have you even realized that he lost his best friend a month ago, perhaps longer? Have you even considered that the idea of losing someone close to him is crippling, even if you’re draining his will to live with every idiotic thought you voice?
Have you even given a shit about his life since YOUR baby came along?
Don’t bring Will into this Noah. I haven’t done anything to him.
We live together now. We’ve brunched. He’s told me stories. About how you used to be an actual person with a personality, and now all you do is bend this way and that and haven’t considered his opinion on the child at all. How you were the only one who decided to keep it, that he’s staying out of sheer will and manners. Ruining any chance at a life he has is a pretty big “anything” to do to him.
I have, multiple times.
Hopefully it doesn’t take too much after Will. Then maybe it’ll be naive enough to forgive you.
