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PART 1<\/strong><\/h1>\n

On prom night, my mother locked my bedroom door.<\/p>\n

That was when I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n

Downstairs, Noah was waiting for me in a navy suit with the bow tie he had been talking about for months. I could hear him laughing with my aunt through the floorboards.<\/p>\n

Mom turned toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can go with Noah tonight, Christina. But first, I need you to hear something.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes moved toward the closed door.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she added quietly:<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd about me.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart started pounding.<\/p>\n

Noah and I had been best friends since we were six.<\/p>\n

We met in first grade because we both hated raisins.<\/p>\n

Our teacher handed everyone little red boxes at snack time, and I was secretly hiding mine beneath a napkin when Noah leaned over.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s smart.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked beside me.<\/p>\n

He was doing the same thing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou hate them too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re old grapes,\u201d he said seriously.<\/p>\n

That was enough.<\/p>\n

By lunchtime, we were inseparable.<\/p>\n

Noah had Down syndrome, but at six years old, that mattered far less to me than the fact that he cheated at dinosaur trivia and laughed at my terrible drawings.<\/p>\n

One afternoon, another boy in class told Noah that nobody would ever marry him.<\/p>\n

I still remember Noah\u2019s face falling.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomebody will love him,\u201d I snapped.<\/p>\n

The boy laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you marry him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Later, Noah found me alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy\u2026 would you love me?\u201d<\/p>\n

At six, I had no idea what kind of question that really was.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face brightened.<\/p>\n

Then I remembered hearing my older cousin talk about prom.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut first we have to go to prom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s prom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA dance you go to when you\u2019re almost grown up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah held out his pinkie.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hooked mine around his.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forgot about it almost immediately.<\/p>\n

Noah didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Over the next twelve years, our friendship survived different classes, changing interests, awkward teenage years, and everything else growing up threw at us.<\/p>\n

Noah loved baseball statistics.<\/p>\n

I loved art.<\/p>\n

He dragged me through endless conversations about pitchers.<\/p>\n

I dragged him through museums.<\/p>\n

Neither of us converted the other.<\/p>\n

When my parents divorced when I was twelve, everything changed.<\/p>\n

Dad moved out.<\/p>\n

Mom cried when she thought I wasn\u2019t watching.<\/p>\n

I stopped eating much at school and became quieter.<\/p>\n

Noah noticed.<\/p>\n

He never demanded an explanation.<\/p>\n

He simply sat beside me.<\/p>\n

Sometimes he talked.<\/p>\n

Sometimes he didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Years later, when I failed my first driving test, Noah showed up with two ice creams.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne because you tried,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the other?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you drove terribly.\u201d<\/p>\n

When I wanted to quit art after someone laughed at one of my paintings, Noah stole the ugliest dinosaur picture I had ever drawn and taped it inside his locker.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would you put that there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you can\u2019t quit yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

He studied the drawing.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause your dinosaurs still look like potatoes with arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was Noah.<\/p>\n

He never tried to fix everything.<\/p>\n

He just stayed until things hurt less.<\/p>\n

So when senior prom finally arrived, there was never really any question about who I wanted beside me.<\/p>\n

But Noah still formally reminded me.<\/p>\n

One afternoon, he appeared at my locker.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember first grade?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pretended not to.<\/p>\n

His face dropped.<\/p>\n

Then he held out his pinkie.<\/p>\n

And suddenly I remembered everything.<\/p>\n

The raisins.<\/p>\n

The dinosaurs.<\/p>\n

The cruel classmate.<\/p>\n

The promise.<\/p>\n

\u201cProm?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cProm.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI already bought the bow tie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNovember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah, prom is months away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStores run out of things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were not going to run out of bow ties.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

And just like that, our twelve-year-old promise became real.<\/p>\n

PART 2<\/strong><\/h1>\n

On prom night, Noah arrived carrying a corsage.<\/p>\n

I was halfway down the stairs when I saw Mom open the front door.<\/p>\n

Her expression changed the second she looked at him.<\/p>\n

Noah stood there smiling in his navy suit, his ridiculous bow tie perfectly straight.<\/p>\n

In one hand was the corsage.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of flower is that?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cRosemary,\u201d Noah said proudly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy rosemary?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe florist said it means remembering.\u201d<\/p>\n

He grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I remember promises.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind me, Mom made a strange sound.<\/p>\n

When I turned around, her eyes were wet.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Noah\u2019s waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once we entered my bedroom, she closed the door.<\/p>\n

Then locked it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re scaring me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can go with Noah,\u201d she said. \u201cBut I need one promise first.\u201d<\/p>\n

I immediately became angry.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf this has anything to do with Noah having Down syndrome\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom sat on my bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember when your father left?\u201d<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that have to do with tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she said something that caught me completely off guard.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stopped eating lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n

My arms fell to my sides.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah told me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

She explained that during the worst part of the divorce, Noah once found her crying alone in her car in the school parking lot.<\/p>\n

She thought nobody had seen her.<\/p>\n

But Noah had.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe asked me if you were broken,\u201d Mom whispered.<\/p>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you weren\u2019t eating. You weren\u2019t laughing much. He noticed you sitting alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told him you weren\u2019t broken.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen Noah said something I\u2019ve remembered for six years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears slipped down her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said, \u2018Good. Because I don\u2019t know how to fix people. I only know how to stay.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, all those quiet lunches came rushing back.<\/p>\n

Noah sitting beside me.<\/p>\n

No questions.<\/p>\n

No pressure.<\/p>\n

Just presence.<\/p>\n

Then Mom revealed the secret she had carried for six years.<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked Noah to promise me he would look after you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou asked him that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was falling apart. Your father was gone. You barely spoke to me. Noah was the only person who could still make you smile.\u201d<\/p>\n

According to Mom, Noah hadn\u2019t hesitated.<\/p>\n

He had simply said:<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Mom looked ashamed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut after that, I started making a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor years, whenever you defended Noah or changed your plans because someone excluded him, I worried you were giving up too much for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I went silent.<\/p>\n

\u201cI kept thinking about what Noah might need from you,\u201d she continued. \u201cI never stopped to notice everything he gives you.\u201d<\/p>\n

And suddenly, I saw our entire friendship differently.<\/p>\n

The ice cream after my driving test.<\/p>\n

The dinosaur drawing.<\/p>\n

The lunches after Dad left.<\/p>\n

The porch after my first heartbreak.<\/p>\n

Noah had never been a responsibility I carried.<\/p>\n

We carried each other.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019s your condition?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Mom smiled through tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t go to prom because six-year-old Chrissy made a promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

She squeezed my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo because eighteen-year-old Christina chooses him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, that\u2019s already why I\u2019m going.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 3<\/strong><\/h1>\n

When Mom and I returned downstairs, Noah stared at us.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou took a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom walked directly toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah, can I have the first dance?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyebrows shot up.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Jane, this isn\u2019t prom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I burst out laughing.<\/p>\n

Mom turned on music anyway.<\/p>\n

For thirty awkward seconds, Noah tried to guide her while she repeatedly stepped in the wrong direction.<\/p>\n

Finally, he sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Jane, Chrissy dances better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why she\u2019s your date.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Mom\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for staying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah looked confused, as though she had thanked him for breathing.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe stays too,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

Those three words seemed to answer something she had been questioning for six years.<\/p>\n

Later that night, Noah and I arrived at prom.<\/p>\n

When the first slow song started, he held out his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou owe me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwelve years?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwelve years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Within five seconds, he stepped directly on my shoe.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re terrible at dancing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour dress is badly designed.\u201d<\/p>\n

We laughed until people stared.<\/p>\n

And that was the beautiful thing about the night.<\/p>\n

Nothing dramatic happened.<\/p>\n

Nobody stopped the music.<\/p>\n

Nobody applauded us.<\/p>\n

Nobody treated our dance like some extraordinary achievement.<\/p>\n

We were simply two eighteen-year-olds at prom, dancing badly together.<\/p>\n

Exactly as we had promised when we were six.<\/p>\n

Afterward, Mom picked us up.<\/p>\n

My feet hurt, so Noah carried my heels.<\/p>\n

He was hot, so I carried his jacket.<\/p>\n

When we reached the car, he opened my door for me.<\/p>\n

Then I leaned across the seat and opened his.<\/p>\n

Mom watched us quietly in the rearview mirror.<\/p>\n

For years, she had looked at our friendship and assumed one person must be taking care of the other.<\/p>\n

That night, she finally understood.<\/p>\n

Nobody was rescuing anybody.<\/p>\n

Nobody was staying because of guilt.<\/p>\n

Nobody was fulfilling an obligation.<\/p>\n

Noah and I had simply figured out something at six years old that some adults spend their entire lives trying to understand.<\/p>\n

When someone truly matters to you, you stay.<\/p>\n

And sometimes, if you\u2019re lucky enough,<\/p>\n

**they stay too.**<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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