Noah Puckerman Actor Novels & Stories

Noah, the freshman student who works here part-time, looks up when I enter and gives me a smile. “Hey, Kat,” he pushes up his glasses and greets me with that sweet, dimpled smile I can’t help but return. He’s tall and lean since he’s a swimmer, has dyed blue hair, hazel eyes, a cute little beauty spot right on his chin, and piercings in his ear. When I first met him, I thought he was still in his high school rebellious phase, but once I started to know him better, I realized that he never had one. THIS is his rebellious phase after growing up with strict parents and being a pastor’s only son.

He got out of bed then walked over to the fridge and got a can of beer. He looked at the photo of his father that he had posted on the refrigerator door. He suddenly felt that his search would be in vain. Finally, he decided to stop looking and made Alex parker his only parents he had. **** Noah woke up from a phone call from Rachel. He glanced at the clock and was surprised that was still Six in the morning. What's does Rachel want to say early this morning? "Parker!" said Noah in a hoarse voice because he had just woken up from sleep.

Doc Merrin, seventy, retired large-animal vet, patches the pack out of a garage and doesn't blink at patching a human. She sets the arm. Noah stares at the ceiling and sweats through it without one sound. Not one. Like admitting you’re hurt makes you weak. Somebody trained that into him young, and I know exactly who, and I stand there hating Gavin Hunter with a fresh new specificity, holding Noah's good hand under the blanket where nobody can see it. "Stop that," Noah mutters. "Stop what?" "The hand thing. We're in public." "It's a garage. The public is a horse poster."