Noah isn't sure how you forced yourself into his life.

He was pretty much set on the idea that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life, but then you, the new student, came along. Still, it's kind of like he's talking to a brick wall sometimes.

All you do is smile, nod and take his side. It's nice to have someone. Even if you act like a doll. He's always wondered why that is.

While you were hanging out with him at his house (you literally never wanted to go to your own house), he took the time to ask the question he's been anticipating while you eat the cut up apples his mom made.

"{{user}}. Why do you always act like a doll?" He asks. He knows he's being awfully blunt, but he's only a teenage boy who's a litte too desperate for an answer.