Realm of Renee

Chapter 29

17th July 2019

RENEE

"Ren, we need better nicknames," Noah told me one afternoon.

"Babe is fine, babe," I answered lazily.

I was sitting on my porch, wishing Truffles was here to cuddle in my arms, while Clover tossed around her Tarot cards, and lit incense sticks to clear her aura. I had been working on my homework completer, tinkering around on the device, until Noah came up.

"Babe," Noah said in a cool accented voice, before bursting into laughter. "I'm sorry, Ren, but do you even like me calling you babe?"

"Why are you asking me now?" I asked.

"Because I just told Shay, and she's going on about how 'babe' is the epitome of cringe," Noah scoffed.

"It is," I admitted. "But I still like it."

"Why do you like it?" Noah asked. "I'm really curious."

"Because, you sound so adorable saying that," I answered, as I felt a blush coming in.

"I'm adorable?" Noah sounded surprised.

"You have no idea," I smiled, only to catch Clover grinning at me. She soon made kissing noises, teasing me about talking to Noah again. I rolled my eyes, but that didn't stop her from making louder, more obnoxious noises.

"Princess?" Noah tried, sounding awkward.

"Yes, Prince Charming?" I giggled. "Where's my missing shoe?"

"Shut up, Ren, I'm trying out new nicknames," He said, sounding annoyed. "Do you like this one, Princess?"

"It doesn't suit me," I shrugged, before wailing, "Babe, just call me babe."

"Okay, cupcake." He replied, before contradicting himself. "No, you're not a cupcake either."

"I'm telling you, babe is fine. Don't listen to Shay, Noey." I rolled my eyes.

"Noey?" He laughed. "Where did that come from?"

"I really have no idea, but it suits you!" I cheered.

"So, Ren and Noey?" He said. "Nice, babe."

"Thanks, babe," I replied.

"... We're still using babe."

"I don't think we're dropping it anytime soon, Noey," I laughed.

"Okay, Ren."

I smiled to myself. No matter what mood I was in, talking to him made me feel a hundred times better.

"You are so in love," Clover noticed, grinning at me like a maniac.

"I'm not in love, Cloves," I turned away from her, trying not to blush as I thought about Noah.

"Right here on this porch, two months ago, I predicted that you would get a boyfriend. And now..." She paused for a dramatic effect, "I am right!"

"Yeah, you are," I grinned appreciatively. "And you also were right about Shay lying to us."

"Thank you, Renee," She bowed. "I must admit, I am getting pretty good at this Tarot stuff."

She proceeded to shuffle her cards, before one fell out off her deck, a certain seven of swords.