Shy Love [#wattys2016]

Chapter Four♡

Jamie's POV

"I'm sorry, if you want, you can come to my place, it would keep me company." I say

"Are you sure?" Asks Noah

"Absolutely, plus we have lasagna left over." I tell him, remembering about his favorite dish.

"Okay, thanks Jamie."

"No problem."

We sit in silence after that, but comfortable silence, not awkward, as we watch the sun go down. I wonder if I made a good desicion, I've never had a boy over, but my parents are out, and I did need company, plus, what else was I supposed to say? I couldn't just leave him there, and let him go home, back to his father who's barely there.

"I'm glad you did." Noah says suddenly

"Did what?" I whisper, curious.

"Came here, tonight."

"Me too." I tell him honeslty, because truth is, I couldn't be happier than having him here beside me right now.

With that said we stand up to head to my house. But as we do he takes my hand, and intertwines our fingers together.

Okay, now, I couldn't be happier.

We make small talk on the way back, laughing at stupid jokes, but mostly we just watch things around us.

Kids playing, trees blowing in the breeze, couples kissing.

The happy things in life.

"We're here." I say, going up my driveway.

My house isn't anything extraordinary, it's a simple house, but I love it.

It's a two story brown and red brick home.

The inside has a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, basement, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. But it's perfect for our family.

The inside is nice too, it's not old, and it's not super modern, it's cozy.

"Wow. Nice place." Noah says, coming in behind me.

"Thanks."

I give him a quick tour, then we end up in the kitchen.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I ask.

"If you don't mind I remember being offered some lasagna." He says.

I laugh as I go to the fridge and cut two pieces of lasagna and pop them in the microwave.

"Smells good." Says Noah, watching me.

"Hope you like it." I say, passing the plate to him, across the island.

He takes a bite and chews, thoughtfully.

"Mmmmm," he smiles, "Jamie, this is really good!"

"Thanks." I blush, eating my own dinner.

He finishes it quickly and rubs his stomach.

"That was amazing, you honeslty have a gift, seriously why aren't you on 'masterchef' or something?" He says

I laugh, "I don't think they let grade tens on that show."

"Well they should." He replies.

I laugh again, "want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

We go into the living room and I ask him what he wants to watch.

"Anything with Adam Sandler." He answers