A lie, or oblivious.

"What's up? Are they gone?"

Lincoln asks worried, his eyes scan Tulip but she doesn't notice. Her breath heavy and paced disorderedly. Her ears that attempt to focus more but her panicked state prevented her. So she shrugs Lincoln off and starts to walk where the voices are. Lincoln with her grabs her and asks with a hushed voice.

"Where are you going?"

"To them."

She mutters, her eyes dazed and state panicked.

Get your hands off me, get it off.

Tulip eyes quiver and those words repeat in her head. She wants to go there, she needs to go there. Noah. Noah is there.

"What are you saying? You can't."

Speaking with a stern voice, his eyes that look at Tulip gently and grip on her hand that isn't tight agitates Tulip more. This isn't it, Noah is the only one she should care about to focus on these things, she should've fixed this inappropriate relationship of hers and Lincoln, only her and Noah is suppose to be like this. Only Noah. Noah.

Tulip slaps Lincoln hand away. Lincoln is startled, his hand that held her stings and turns a red hue on his pale skin.

"Tulip.."

"Stay here."

To his whisper of her name, Tulip orders him to stay still, unknowingly caring for him to not make the mistake of prying like how she is. Then runs off to where Noah and Piper is.

She hears another gasp, and she heads that way. Tulip still remembered where their voices were anyway. Her discerning skill being a skill of hers not genetically but since she was little living in Seathe.

The school Noah attends isn't big, she knows this, so why is this taking so long? Her steps feel never ending, the concrete ground doesn't fade away and her gaze that is cast down can't tell if she's make any advancing to where they are.

Maybe she wasn't. If not, why? Do you not hear or feel these feelings of hers that is falling apart? Her steady steps, lively expression crumbling? In shambles?

Tulip finally reaches them, being a corner of a wall away from them. Her hearing has no need to fixate itself on small sounds but it seems like she has lost control of that too. After she stops her steps that felt so agonisingly slow, did she feel her quivering legs. Yet she doesn't care, that isn't what matters.

What is happening?

Is Noah hurt?

A grunt is then heard, a sound coming from a male, Noah. What does she do? Is he really hurt. If so how can she help him? It'd be weird to come out of no where? She doesn't want to feel like a stalker.

She doesn't want to be weird to Noah.

A harsh exhale is heard, and Tulip ultimately peeks her head out to look at where they were. She doesn't know if she will be seen, Noah could be facing her way, or Piper and she would tell Noah. Yet she doesn't stop herself. She can't. It was more than curiosity, it's torturing her.

That's when Tulip saw the sight displayed before her.

The area was covered in broken ruined chairs and tables, Tulip knows of this. She didn't realise when going here in her state of mind, but this was a place she has been to. 2 years ago, it was Noah's first year in high school.

The age Tulip is now, he was 13 back then. Noah would bring her to this spot to hang out with him and his friends. At some point of that year he stopped doing that, it was around the time to study for exams and when Tulip was improving in her education drastically, so she didn't think much of it.

They would do all sorts of things here. Run around, shamelessly dance and did stilly things and said silly things. Even breaking things for fun and using the chairs and old worn down cloth to make forts. It was lawless, chaotic and unbounded.

You could describe the sight now to be that too. You could say this place hasn't changed in that way. However with the people there right now, they have changed. If they haven't before to Tulip, they have now.

Piper is pressed up against a broken table, you can't even call it a table anymore, it's just a piece of wood with nothing holding it up so it's on the ground. There were multiple of those, and they each had their own one to sit on back then 2 years ago.

Her appearance is disheveled, her blonde hair is scattered everywhere on the table and reaching the concrete cobbled ground. There was a hand going through her hair, toying with it caressing and twisting. Ah, like Noah would with Tulip back at home. They'd spend their time laughing and giggling talking a bunch of nonsense, or they'd talk about personal thoughts and feelings, all while Noah would do her hair. Saying that he'd love to learn how to do her hair for her.

Was that for Piper?

Noah is on-top of Piper, his left forearm supporting his position, locking and unlocking after. Tulip is always staring at him, but she doesn't have inappropriate thoughts of him, nor is she an artist that needs to know of these little details. Now though, now she notices. Noah is a 15 year old, not so different to 12 year old Noah for Tulip but it is apparent that he is different. His body has grown, he is still growing, but his change is visible.

They exchange lewd breath between their mouth partings. To Tulip even, it's like she can see the hot breath interchange. Then the hot breath clouds her, she feels sticky, her hands that are clenched are clammy, her feet in her shoes too.

"Ha.."

Noah lets out a raspy breath, his hips that are placed below Piper's thrust forward.

Tulip doesn't understand, she's not even that much younger than him so why doesn't she understand what is happening?! She knows this is inappropriate, the kissing, the movement, it doesn't take much to realise that much. However she doesn't understand the point? Why are they doing this?