maybe next time will be the right time {Farren}

[NOAH LEDFORD]

"Make it look presentable." Noah was mumbling to himself as he took in the state of the living room space in the newly-rented house his mother had helped chip in for. "Just how do I do that." He sighed, kicking a box aside as he entered the room. He hadn't really gotten around to much unpacking, mostly because he spent the bulk of his day on the Winchester campus. And now he didn't have enough time for much unpacking. He'd just have to find somewhere for all these boxes.

Glancing at the hall closet in thought, he bent down and grabbed two boxes full of whatever his mother had decided he needed, he hauled them over to the closet. Holding the boxes steady under his chin and one hand he opened the closet, stacking the two boxes in the very corner and going back for more.

With all the boxes stuffed tightly into the closet, he turned to the living. Just a couch and a coffee table left now. "Pretty good for a fifteen minute clean-up." He nodded proudly, going back to his new bedroom, which was admittedly also a little messy, but he figured he could just close the door to it when Farren came over.

Changing into an old button-down, and a pair of jeans, just in case the paint got on him, he went back into the kitchen and got out the two cartons of eggs and pancake mix. He'd been avoiding the pancake mix for quite some time because he was used to his mom doing the cooking, but now he had to be a man. Make the pancakes.

"Just stick to the directions." He muttered to the box. After a bit of mess with mixing the ingredients, and fiddling with the gas stove for a couple of minutes until it worked, he finally had the pancakes going. "Alriiight." He wiped pancake batter off his hands and heard the doorbell.

Looking back to the pancakes as if they'd sneak off if he left them, he moved out of the kitchen to the door, opening it and smiling brightly at Farren.

"Hey, right on time!" He chimed, not noticing the bit of pancake batter on his rolled up sleeves. "Come on in, the pancakes are almost ready." He offered her an arm to escort her to the kitchen.

[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when she read Noah's invitation to his house for a simple egg painting. She had been quite sick of staying home, doing nothing but reading early parenthood books and searching for good deals on babies r us. However, she also didn't like going out into the big city, for she never knew when she was going to get sick. Why they called it morning sickness was beyond her. Agreeing quickly, and receiving the time to be there, the large-bellied brunette signed off of the college chat and made her way to the bedroom, clothes strung across the carpeted floor, tags still dangling off of some sleeves. Smiling to herself, she thanked whatever supernatural being that was supposedly watching over her for being invited to Noah's instead of her small little one bedroom apartment. It was also not very clean in the least.

Sitting on her bed, Farren grabbed a pair of jeans that she had set out earlier that morning to begin the day, she slid on each leg and pulled the denim pants up, grumbling as she fumbled with the button on the pants. Her stomach seemed to be getting larger by the day now, and unfortunately, it was almost time to bring out the stretch-waist jeans. Sighing heavily with relief when she finally got the button to close, she stood up with surprising ease and swooped up a new shirt from one of the bags. Having been cooped up in her house for fear of anyone judging her, she hadn't gotten the chance to wear all the new clothes she had bought the other day with Mitchie. Looking in the mirror, her lips curled to one side, eyebrow cocked, as if examining the outfit. Decorating eggs was messy, wasn't it? Biting her bottom lip, Farren exchanged the shirt with an old tshirt of her father's and decided it would be the better choice of the two.

After finishing up dressing, Farren quickly through her hair into a ponytail and escaped through the front door to her car, eyes looking towards the clock on the dash. Having ten minutes to spare, Farren sped towards the address she was given, and before she knew it, she was sitting in Mister Ledford's driveway, looking up fondly at the cute little house. Silently envying the convenience of having a house and not a dinky apartment, she shrugged, knowing that perhaps one day she would be able to afford such a thing.

Stepping out of her car, the young woman cautiously walked up to the front door, knocking sheepishly. It didn't take long for Noah to open the door, and Farren couldn't help but ease her nerves when he welcomed her so friendly. Giggling at the sight of not only the batter on his sleeve, but also a bit on his chin, Farren quickly wiped away the mess on his face with it, an eyebrow raising questioningly. "How did you manage to get pancake batter on your face?" she asked, continuing to laugh as she slid her arm through his. "Oh, wonderful! I'm starving! Please, don't judge me. I'm not exactly a girl who eats like a bird like I used to be" she said, eyes gleaming up at her new friend.