*Jane*
For the first time ever, Noah and I drive to his morning practice together. He lends me a jersey to wear over my dress and it makes for a decent outfit which I figure I'll just change out of on my way to class.
But I like it—I don't think I'll ever get tired of wearing his clothes. It's like a silent announcement to the world that he's mine.
Noah seems to be in an excellent mood today, one that carries over even into his practice session. It's the first time I watch the full thing and I have to admit that I don't get it. I mean, I understand that all athletes have to train hard to maintain and improve their athleticism, and I get that baseball is a very physical sport.
But there's something about Coach Parker that just rubs me up the wrong way.
Noah doesn't speak of him too
