Pamela’s Comments (group member since Jan 18, 2014)

Pamela’s comments from the Count Down group.

"You don't have to do that. The ice is on me." He chuckled when she fell back down on the bench. "Easy. Here, I'll help you." He stood up and held his hands out to help her. The first time he'd done this, he'd fallen face first to the floor so she was doing pretty good so far.

He went to get their skates and returned with two pairs in hand. "These ones are yours," He held them out out for her. "And these ones are mine." He walked over to a bench to sit down and change shoes. "Now, we're going to have fun!" He had fond memories of going ice skating, and he was going to show her it wasn't as bad as she thought.

Noah shook his head quickly, closing the door after she was out. "Not me." He took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She had to know he wouldn't let her hurt herself. He held open the door to the building for her and then they walked in together. "Wait for me here while I go get our skates." He let go of her hand to go up to the counter, but then stopped, remembering something. "Shoe size?"

"Never?" He pulled up at the ice skating rink. "In that case, I'll teach you. I won't let you fall. I promise." He smiled and got out of the car, walking up to the other side to open the door for her. "Here we are."

He looked over at her and nodded. "Okay, okay, I have an idea." He drove away from the parking lot. "How do you feel about ice skating?" He asked her after a moment, smiling. It'd been a while since he'd gone there, but why not?

Noah jogged to the other side and got in, starting the car. He tapped on the steering wheel, thinking. "So, where should we go?" He asked her. "If you're tired, I could just take you home and we could meet another day." He said casually.

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"No, I don't mind at all." He smiled at her, squeezing her hand softly. It felt so small and nice in his. He led her to the passenger's side and opened the door for her, making a flourish. "M'am." Noah was happy she didn't mind him giving him a ride. Maybe she'd even accept hanging out again some other time.

His eyes were wide open. He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. It'd be so lame saying, 'You're hot too', even if she was. Noah just smiled and hopped off, offering her his hand to take to help her down. "Were you heading to your house now? I can drive you there, if you want."

Thye'd eaten most of the ice cream now and he was full too. "You're welcome." He noticed her looking at him and smiled. "You're staring." He teased, not able to help himself. He'd been staring too, but she didn't need to know that. It was in moments like these that he was tempted beyond words to peek at his clock.

"Ummm... thank you." He ate more ice cream to see if the cold would make his blush go away. Nope. It wasn't working. "Yours are very pretty too." For a moment, he was at loss of words, tongue-tied. Then, he recovered from it, feeling dumb for being such a girl. "Actually, it's not my car. It's my brother's. The name is a long story."

He smiled at her. It really was that obvious. He used to be a chubby little kid because of his passion for ice cream. "My favorite car? Let's see... I love convertibles, not big news here in L.A but what can I say? They're awesome. But I can't afford one so..." He patted the car they were sitting in. "Old Rose will have to do."

He listened to her attentively and nodded. "At least they help. That's good." He took a spoonful of ice cream and flinched, gritting his teeth together. "Cold." He took another one and smiled. "I have a friend who got emancipated and is doing pretty well on his own. So I think with your old foster parents' help you'll be good."

He blushed. "Thanks." His face became surprised when she spoke of having lived in a foster home and that now she was on her own. "You live alone? How do you pay school?" He paused and looked more embarrased. "Ah, sorry if I'm being nosy. I'm just curious."

Noah waited for her there patiently, contemplating if she'd think it gross if he scooped some ice cream with his fingers. He had to remind himself he wasn't with one of his brothers who didn't give a crap if how he ate his ice cream. This was a girl. He smiled when she came back. "Thankss, and here ya go." He put the tub between their thighs so they both could eat. "You know, when I was kid, I like ice cream so much, I named my dog Bas." He drew one knee up, and looked away with a smile on his face. "And his 'last name', Robins."

He opened the lid of the ice cream and then frowned, realizing one very tiny but at the same time, monumental detail. "We don't have a spoon." It was such a simple thing he should have remembered. "Argh, facepalm." He glanced at her. The tips of his ears turned pink and he shifted his gaze back to the ice cream. "How should I do this...?"

Noah nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me put all this stuff in the car." He said opening it, and putting the bags inside, but pulled out his ice cream from one of them. He still had time left until he had to go back home. He rounded the pickup to go to the back and hopped on it. "Come." He patted the spot next to him.

"Alright. I'm still sorry, though." He began walking towards his brother's car. "Do you go to LAHS? I think I've seen you there before. You see, my younger brother goes there and I have to go pick him up everyday." Noah grumbled a little at that. It was really a tedious job.

He smacked his forehead. "Oh, no, don't apologize. I shouldn't have tossed it." He was embarrased too. Tossing things at girls and hitting them in the head? Sweet move, Noah. "Are you okay?" He asked while they walked out. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you."

Noah gave her an odd look, but accepted her offer to go first. Was she always like that? It was cute. Wait? Had he actually thought that? He shook his head. "Thanks." He smiled at her and grabbed two last minute Snickers before paying for everything. When he was done, he tossed the chocolate bar at her. "Think fast."