There are a few things I’ve learned about Noah since he forced his way into my life with a sledgehammer. One: if he gets something in his mind, there’s no point in trying to stop him. B: he’ll do just about anything for me, aside from leave me alone. I don’t know if it’s because he feels guilty about the treehouse or if he actually does care, but I’m pretty sure if I asked him to do the hokey pokey wearing a pink tutu, he’d do it. Then he’d wrap the tutu around my neck and fuck me senseless for asking in the first place.