The Church

Gin walked into the church, hoping she could pray and make up for not coming to visit and pray for her deceased Grandmother. 'Dear God, I hope she's doing all right, I'm sorry I haven't talked with you in a while...a lot has happened.' she thinks, putting both her hands together in a praying manner and closing her eyes.

Noah was in a dream world when she came into the place he nearly calls home the place where he feels at peace because of t connection with god if you think what he think is true, Noah knew this place he knew it very well if there was a mouse he could tell you where it was if there was a floorboard loose he would avoid in a door was opened he could feel the change in pressure, and he felt the change, while Like this he found it best to stay silent until they were done the rise from the pews like a ghost and make it look like he was always there and he did just that this time, "Why hello my dear" he would speak in a whisper he was a devil in the church would be how you would best tel of Noah.

She cut her thoughts off short and opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice greeting her. She frowned a little when she realized who it was. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be here...of all places." she said.

He smiled and tiled his head, "You say it like it was a bad thing." he leaps over a row of pews like runner jumping a hurdle, quick quite elegant and he sits in the row in front of the one he jumped if you blink you might of missed it happening it was so smooth, "Dear mother I spend most of my time here Nowadays anyway." he placed his hand over his chest just to empathize him.

She sweat-dropped when she watched him jump over the rows of of pews. Noah was quite the flamboyant boy, to say the least. "Really, must you keep calling me that?" she said with a small sigh. "Well anyway, what brings you here?"

he gave her a dazzling look,"Well nothing brings me here I just like being here." he purposely ignored the comment about calling her mother because it fit her so strong so right so powerful, He jumped yet another row of pews but it wasn't so graceful the second time around, his foot caught the back of the pew as he jumped it and he fell forward but he recovered ...kinda he landed soften and he avoided crashing into the row in front of him so he rolled under it to reach his mother and sat on the seat like nothing happened, like he meant to do that, "Well I am glad you decided to come here." his eyes gave a smile and a sparkle as he spoke as he sat and as he moved

She winced as he lost his balance and tripped over one of the pews, but recovered quickly. She sweat-dropped a bit when his eyes sparkled. "Oh really, and why is that?" she asks with a small frown.

he was all pins in needles when he came out and said he wanted to shout it he wanted to squeal it he wanted to praise the words that were about to come from his Mouth, "I am In Love!!, again" he shouted and closed his eyes and raised his hands into the air he even through his legs out in a happy flail of fail.

She took a quick step back, looking at him as if he had grown a second head. "Erm...say what?" she said, completely flabbergasted as if she didn't hear what he just said.

He jumped up with a smile and a wink and nearly shouted he was squealing like a stuck pig." Yes Yes YESSSS," he did a little bow, " I am in love sweet sweet," he lowered his voice and bowed half way down and looked at Gin with fire in his eyes, he Spelled letter by letter with his hands as well,"L-o-v-e" the E gave him some trouble.

She sweat-dropped, her right eye twitching in disbelief. 'This guy...is he really?' she thinks. "Um, I know I sound pretty stupid for asking...but who are you talking about?"

He blinked for a second an with a straight face said to her, "Why you." he then started to laugh no I'm sorry he said while laughing he stopped himself and regained his composer, he took a breath, "My Dea's name Is Maya."

She sighed in relief, putting a hand over her chest. 'Thank goodness...' she thinks. "Oh, I think I've met her before, she seems pretty nice."

Noah gets a dreamy eyed look on his face and looks off into space, "nice? is just the tip of the iceberg that is known as the pleasure that is she," he looks down, "She is nice but so much more."

She chuckled a bit. "I see, I'm glad you found someone you really like. I don't really know Maya enough to make a full judgement but she must be really great if you've fallin' head over heels for her." she said with a soft smile.

Noah looks sad worried even his eyes drooped lower than normal his speech pattern became stressed , "As wonderful as she is I still worry".

She frowned a little when she noticed the look on his face. "What do you mean by that?" she asks. "Why're you worried?"

he frowns, "Mother she tells me otherwise but I still feel as if I am not good enough for her." He placed his hands on his hips looks to the ground , " I feel as though my sins hold me ..us back."

"Hm, I see..." she mumbles, as if contemplating on what to say. "Well, you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself Noah, you're not that bad as you think. Weird perhaps, but not good enough for something, I highly doubt that." she said with a faint smile.

Noah smiled at hearing her words she was always Honest with him because he didn't give her any choice, so he found some peace in her word but he wouldn't know it it was enough to pacify for the long term, "Thank you." was all her could say to her but his eye were still sad and on the brink of bursting.

"So cheer up okay?" she chuckled. "I like don't seeing my 'son' happy." she teased, ruffling his hair a bit with her gloved hand, like a mother would do to her son.

He almost Burst into tears when she called him son tears of pure Joy but opted to Glomp her I think that was the term they used for a hug of deadly power, He just said "thank you" over and over again.

"No proble-" She ended up falling to the floor when he glomped her, taking her completely off guard. She held swirlies in her eyes, her head now resting on the floor and Noah still holding onto her. "Um...Noah, I'm glad you're feeling better, but your mom can't breathe." she said.

He was holding on for dear life to her because to him she was where life should spring a well of wisdom a warm storm of guidance, His mother was nor more of one then his own mother maybe those words touched deeper than any blade can reach. then she squeaked some words in his enthusiasm he seemed to have winded his dear old mother because she is quite poor, and smelled of jasmines but that is beside the point he relaxes his grip, "Quite sorry mother I don't know what came over me." he said in a sheepish manner rubbing his head smiling.

Once he finally let her breath, she slowly got off the floor and dusted off her cloak. "It's alright," she reassured him. "No harm done...you're quite the flamboyant boy." she said with a soft chuckle.