Reckless -Complete-

We were like any other teenager, just...more.
"Just tell me that it meant something" she pleaded, opening her eyes to me. "Tell me you felt something too."
I leaned down and softly pecked her lips, "Of course I did."
But when things went wrong, I never could stop the rage.
"Noah stop! Don't be stupid! Don't be reckless! Don't be THAT guy! You're scaring me."

[Sequel/Spin off to Careless]


10. Listen

Needs editing but I'm a bit lazy so...yup. Pic of Logan above ^^^


"So you guys....are dating" I stated still shocked with the revelation that my mom and Harry were kissing.

"N-not exactly" mom stammered as she slipped on her shirt and hopped off the table to stand.

"So you guys are just making out for the hell of it?"

"Hey, watch who you're using that tone with Noah."

Full name...dammit.

I felt Maddie squeeze my hand and that made me cool down from my building up anger. "Yes ma'am" I mumbled.

"Maddie, go upstairs sweetie." I saw her nod from the corner of my eye. I didn't want her to go. I needed her here to keep me from fuming. She smoothed her hand across my back as she walked behind me to go up the steps.

"Now, this" she said pointing between her and Harry, "is none of your business and if you have a problem with it then you can come to me privately about it."

I sighed, "I don't have a problem with it...I really don't. I guess I'm just upset that you didn't tell me, I mean, we tell each other everything."

"Aw, come 'ere" she cooed, holding out her arms for me. I groaned and made my way over to her, narrowing my eyes at Harry when I hear him laugh. 

My mom wrapped her arms around me and rubbed over my back. "Don't baby me" I mumbled into her shoulder.

"But you're my baby." "Mom." "Okay, sorry." She pulled back and held my face between her hands. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but this is new to me too-" 

"We haven't even DTR'd" Harry cut in. "What?" "Defined the relation." 

My mom turned and looked at him with a smile she hasn't worn in a while, "You are so cheesy."

He shrugged with a blush-BLUSH-growing on his cheeks.

Mom looked back at me and continued, "I'll tell you everything from now on."

I shivered as I removed her hands from my face, "Well, not everything."

She laughed and kissed my forehead. "Maddie's alone up there, go."

"Alright" I said and turned to leave.

"But no closed doors" she called after me.

I got to my room to see Maddie laying on my bed sleeping. She must've been tired.

I go to her and untie her converse before slipping them off her feet and dropping them to the floor.

I grabbed a blanket from the foot of my bed and laid it on her. I carefully crawled onto the bed and laid behind her before wrapping an arm around her waist. She lightly jolted and her voice flowed with a breathy tone.


"I'm right here" I whispered and left a kiss through her hair. 

"I'm tired."


"But what about-"

"Shh, we'll do it later."

She faintly nodded and her soft breathing went even again. 


After just barely getting our homework done that night Ms. Sydney came to pick up Maddie.

I wish she'd just stay the night but I know my mom nor Maddie's would allow that. I walked her downstairs to the door while my mom was outside talking to Sydney. I handed her bag to her and slipped her phone into her back pocket. 

"Thanks" she smiled, laying her free hand on my shoulder and leaning up to peck my lips.

"That's all I get?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes and kissed me full on the lips. I laid my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. 

I had to admit we were getting a little carried away, especially with both our moms right outside the door.

"Hey! Maddie!" Sydney's voice booms. 

Maddie giggle against my lips and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow" she whispered and left out the door.

I sighed and leaned against the doorjam.

I watched Maddie get in the car with her mom and wave at me before driving away. My mom turned around and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt before pulling me inside, shutting the door behind me.

"We need to talk."


My mom sat me down on the living room couch right before Logan decided to join us. 

"Logan now is not the time to watch TV."

"Why not?"

"Don't you have homework to do? Go do it" she snapped. "Yes ma'am" he gritted before leaving the room.

She let out a big breath and started pacing the room. "Jamie, I...I don't know how to say this. I mean, I know you and Maddie like each other..."

Oh this is one of those talks. It was already awkward with my dad, I don't wan't another with my mom.

"But I don't want you having sex."



"But not now!" she cut me off.

"Mom, you can't really-"

"I know, I can't tell you not to do it but...god, Noah, your my baby."


She stopped pacing and crouched down in front of me, grabbing my face between her hands.

"You're not a baby anymore but I just think you're...too young. You can wait, trust me."

I slowly nodded, silently telling her that I understand.

"Just make it special" she sighed. 

"I know you're trying to be supportive and all but this is really uncomfortable."

She lightly laughed and kissed my cheek before standing up. "Sorry but...I just...ugh, you're my baby!"


"Let me just say it!" she whined, wrapping her arms around me as soon as I stood up. "Oh I remember when you used to always ask me to sing that 'bed time' song to you."

I sighed, she's always reminding me of when I was little. 

"And you used to be my little helper at the restaurant. Serving drinks and counting orders."

"Mom, I don't remember any of that."

"You do remember the song." "A little but that was over ten years ago."

"You just love to make me feel old" she huffed, letting go of me. "It's late and you have school tomorrow so I guess you should be going to bed." "It's not even nine yet." "Whatever, I'm going to sleep" she yawned, "goodnight." "Night."

I guess I was sort of tired, with school and wall so I just went to my room and laid in my bed. I only had a few hours of sleep before someone opened my door. "What?" I snapped.


"Don't you think you're a little too old to be sleeping with me?" I sighed.

"No, I-I wanna talk to you about somethin'."

I sat up and flicked on my bedside lamp. "Alright."

I watched as he walked towards my bed in just some track shorts. It kind of amazed me how much he's grown up. We're only about three years apart but we don't look that much alike. I mean, I look like my mom even though she says otherwise. Logan looks like dad. It makes me wonder if he's gonna be more like him. I know him not being around as much is hurting him, me too, and it's changing him.

He sat at the end of my bed and lifted one leg one the bed while so he could twist his body halfway to mine. He let out a breath, letting his head drop. 

"What's bothering you?" I asked, starting to get worried. I haven't seen him this upset since he was a bit younger and had nightmares nearly every night. 

"Is it...Is it wrong to...uh-"


"I can't" his voice broke and I suddenly wanted to comfort my little brother against me but I knew he needed his space. He's always been such a recluse. Hidden in his room is where he'd love to stay. I didn't judge him because sometimes that's all I want to do. 


He sniffled and I saw his eyes glaze from his profile. "Lo."

"I'm such a freak." He broke down into sobs. I threw the covers off of me and crawled down my bed 'til I got to him. I laid my hand on his back, silently telling him that I was there for him and listening.

"Lo, if you tell me what's wrong I'll help to fix it. I'll be there."

He took a deep breath, trying to right himself but with tears still streaming down his bruised face.

It's always black and blue, with a cut or two. It's been that way since school started. Kids beating on him wasn't what I wanted to hear nearly everyday he came home from school, but that was what happened and Logan was too gentle to do anything about it.

"Is it w-wrong to like other...guys?"

My mind scrambled for a second, searching for the right words for the perfect answer I was trying to convey. 

"A-as friends?" I stupidly asked, my voice raised a few octaves.

"You know that's not what I mean" he nearly growled.

"I-I mean, no it's not wrong. It's a preference. I mean, I like girls b-but that doesn't mean every guy has to like girls."

"You're rambling" he mumbled, his eyes still cast down. 

"I'm sorry" I shamefully laughed, "I'm not good with these things. I've never been asked that in my life." "I can tell" and through the dim light of my room I could see he cracked a smile.

He wiped his tears, mumbling to himself how stupid it it for him to cry.

"Is that how you feel Logan? Do you like guys?"

He sighed, "I don't know. When Zeke came over earlier he...he kissed me a-and it was...strange."

"Shouldn't that determine how you feel?" I whispered. 

"But everyone at school calls names at him because...well he's gay and they do it to me too when I stick up for him. He's my friend but if kids knew I felt this way'd be so much worse." His voice faltered all throughout his confession and I knew this was a confusing topic for him.

"Maybe you should talk to mom."

"But what if she doesn't like it? What if she thinks I'm a freak too?" he asked, looking up into my eyes for the first time this conversation.

"She loves you, Logan. She wouldn't do that." He bit his lip and looked away, " I guess not."

"You can stay in here if you want" I suggested.

"Oh now that I poured my heart out to you you wanna let me stay?" he joked. I lightly laughed before ruffling his hair. "Or you can always leave."

"I think I'll go back to my room" he said, standing up from my bed. "Thanks for listening, Mamie."

I half smiled, feeling what my little brother felt at the moment. Sadness. "Anytime. Goodnight Lo."



"It's sweet that he came to you first about it" Maddie whispered, her head leaning against my shoulder as we sat in the courtyard during lunch. 

"Yeah, I thought so too."

"So that's why kids are being like that towards him? Because he's..."

"Confused? Sort of. He said he sticks up for a friend that gets picked on because he's gay. The same friend that kissed him."

"And how do you feel about all of this?"

"I mean, he's my brother and I'd never judge him because of the way he felt. It's just a bit...different." I shifted a bit, wrapping my arm around Maddie's waist before leaning further into the tree we were propped against.

Some guy came to us with a determined look. He was sketchy. I felt Maddie squeeze her grip on my other hand when he was within earshot of us. 

"Hey" he greeted.

"Hi" I said back just to be polite.

"You guys smoke?"


"You wanna try?"


He chuckled while shaking his head. "Everyone says that at first. I'm behind the trailers after school nearly everyday, when you change your mind" he smirked before walking away.

"Well that was strange" Maddie mumbled. "I think he's in my art class" I thought aloud.

I felt a vibration in my pocket. Maddie took it out of my pocket for me before laying it in my hand. I swiped across the screen and held it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Noah I'm coming to get you out of school."


"Yeah, I need you to get your stuff ready."


"Just do it" he snapped before hanging up.

"What did he want?" Maddie asked. "I'm leaving early" I said, packing up my lunch. We both stood up and left to the building. As soon as I got into the office I saw Harry there talking to the receptionist. "I'm right here." He turned around and let out a sigh. "We need to go" he rushed before grabbing onto my wrist. "What the hell is happening?" 

"Logan is in the hospital, we have to go!" 

I felt the blood drain my face. 


I heard Maddie's voice but couldn't register her words before she kissed my cheek and said bye. I couldn't even get out my 'bye' because of the tightness of my throat.

The car ride was quiet, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

"D-do you know what happened?" I whispered.

"Not specifically. Your mom called telling me he was at the hospital and that Liam was there going ballistic. She asked me to bring you there and...yeah."

We both rushed in. The automatic doors not opening fast enough for our speed. Harry, out of breath, asked the lady at the desk for his room number before we went to the elevators for room 214.

The waiting room was nearly empty. I saw my mom who had her head buried in her hands and her shoulders shaking as she rocked in her seat and my dad pacing the room.

I felt a bit...numb. I quietly made my way to the seat next to my moms and sat there, going over what could have possibly happened to my little brother.

Asthma attack?

Broken limb?

Hear failure?

"What happen?" I whispered to myself, more confused than I was in the beginning. 

My mom looked over at me with puffy eyes. "I think he had another asthma attack after those retched kids b-beat him."

My teeth ground together with the sudden rage that filled me. 

My mom was blubbering to Harry who was sat on the other side of her, not making any sense of her words.

I got out my phone and text Maddie.

N: IDK what's wrong. Please come to Mercy Hosp. after school.

M: I'll be there xx

A ten minute wait later and a doctor came out. White coat and all.


My dad stopped pacing and my mom looked up from her fetal position on her chair. I bit my lips, waiting to hear the news.

"Yeah" dad breathed.

"Well, his breathing is stable and we were lucky enough to stop the asthma attack before it got too dangerous. We managed too ask a few questions before he fell asleep but...he's very weak. A few broken bones on the arm, collar bone, a few ribs and a fractured pelvis. He was knocked on the head a few times and he was very disoriented."

The room was quiet. Hearing the diagnosis was heartbreaking and all I wanted to do was go back to that school and kill them...literally because that's all I saw. Red.

The doctor cleared his throat before continuing, "He has slight brain damage and when he decides to wake up he'll just overwork it. The nurses and I decided to put him under a medicaly induced coma."

"B-but he'll wake up right?" was my moms immediate reply.

"Yes, eventually but he will have to heal thoroughly before we decide to wake him up."

"H-how long?" her voice croaked, tears shedding once again.

"Every patient heals differently so I'm not 100%, but no more than three weeks."

Three weeks? That's a long time to sleep.

A long time to think.

Or a long time to slowly die without anyone knowing because they all think you're 'sleeping'.

Ugh! Shut up Noah!

Shut up!



A/N: I know, not much Maddie and Noah and a little sad. This event changes some characters in this story. 

Please Please Please tell me what you think about all this. 

I've never really wrote about homosexuality (once briefly in a Wattpad story of mine) and now that I have I feel like I've accomplished another 'mark' in my writing.

I'm finally on spring break and I'll try and post two more chaps before break is over! Only a few more to go until the end...

Love you all and keep commenting!


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