The Missing Years - a kissing booth fan fiction

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Author's Note: Okay, so I had a little fun with this one! Hope you enjoy it!

Noah

The first time I wake up, I feel a moment of sadness. I'd been having a very nice dream. Then I realise that what woke me was far more pleasant and I smirk into the darkness. Elle has decided to wake me with a combination of roving hands and a trail of kisses heading ever further south down my body. Suddenly my dream pales by comparison.

The second time I wake up, I feel ecstatic. Elle is curled against my side, her head on my chest and her left hand resting on my stomach. Her left hand that now bears the engagement ring I gave her last night. We're engaged. Elle's my fiancée.

I smile and kiss her hair, running my fingers down her arm to her hand. She stirs slightly and it's enough for me to be able to extract myself from the bed. I take a quick shower and when I open the door to the bedroom, Elle is still fast asleep. I pad past the bed in my towel and head downstairs to make coffee.

Inspiration strikes once I'm in the kitchen and I decide to make breakfast. I busy myself slicing fruit and making pancakes and when I turn around to slide the last of them onto a plate, I spot her. Elle is leaning against the doorway, wearing my shirt from last night, and I'm pretty sure nothing else. Her hair is wild, her lips are pink and a little swollen. She looks gorgeous. Clearly I've caught her staring at me, so I decide to have some fun.

"You're just gonna stand there gawking?" I smirk.

Elle catches on quickly. "Yeah. Yeah I think I might." Her gazes sweeps over me, lingering on the towel before she meets my eyes again. "You don't happen to own a grey tie, do you?"

I close the distance between us in a few steps and sling her over my shoulder again, heading up the stairs. "I think I can improvise."

Breakfast has now turned into brunch and we are sitting out on the deck when Elle clears her throat. I look up at her and she smiles shyly at me.

"As much as I've enjoyed this bubble we've been in," I raise an eyebrow at her and she blushes. I know exactly how much she's enjoyed this. I've enjoyed it just as much.

"I think we should probably let people know that we haven't killed one another. And you know, the good news."

I decide to mess with her a little bit, for old time's sake. I give her a blank look. "What good news?"

Shelly rises to the bait just like I'd hoped. "Oh I don't know, Noah, maybe about how you stuck this big freakin' rock on my finger last night?"

"Hey! I did not just stick that on your finger! I thought it was a pretty good proposal, missy."

She beams at me and leaps up from her chair to run around the table and jump in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Oh it was good. It was very good. Perfect actually."

I smile broadly and she leans in to kiss me but stops, bursting into laughter. "Oh my god! Lee was right!"

What? Why are we talking about Lee?

The confusion must be quite evident on my face because Shelly takes pity on me and explains.

"Back when Lee and I went to Yosemite for spring break that time, we accidentally almost interrupted someone's proposal. Anyway, I said to Lee that in the future if someone ever wanted to know how to propose to me, they could always ask him what I'd like. But then, Lee told me that the right guy wouldn't need to ask, because he'd already know."

"So in a roundabout way, Lee can't deny I'm the right guy for you after all?" I grin.

Elle punches me lightly on the shoulder. "You don't have to be an ass about it."