Drowning

Chapter 8:"Flours"

Leah's P.O.V.

"Hi Dad. How are you doing?" my voice comes out strained.

"Good, good." Dad says tiredly. He looks from me to Alex with a small smile.

"How did you get here? I took the car," Dad questions just as Noah enters the room. Dad looks at Noah and nods. "Now I know. Thanks Noah." Noah merely nods with a small smile.

We spend about an hour or so at the hospital when visiting times are over.

"I love you so much Dad." I say trying my best not to cry.

"I love you too Lees. So very much." He says kissing my head. Alex bends down and hugs Dad.

Alex and I are out the room and walking down the white hall when I notice Noah isn't by my side. I look around me searching for him but come up short.

"Al wait! Where's Noah?" Just as I am about to start panicking he comes out of my father's room looking smug.

I narrow my eyes at him," What were you talking about?"

Noah merely smiles innocently and walks past me.

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When we got back home Alex went straight to his shower. I asked Noah if he wanted to stay for dinner, he said yes. So Noah and I are currently in the kitchen arguing about what to eat for dinner.

"No! We are not eating Burger King, Sailor." Noah says making me pout.

"Please. I can't cook and you can't cook so ..." I say trailing off.

Noah looks mock offended while saying," What makes you think I can't cook? I am an excellent cook!!"

"Really?" I ask recovering from my pout. Noah nods. "Well than what are you cooking?" Excitement booming deep within me. Noah smirks.

"You're helping me, Sailor." I shake my 'no' and Noah shakes his head 'yes'. I sigh defeated.

"Fine. What are WE making?" I say emphasising 'we'. Noah smirks and says,"Mac'n'cheese."

I smile wide.

"What do I do?" I ask eagerly. Noah laughs at me and says that I can put the macaroni on the stove in a pot full of water, oil and salt. I do so while Noah starts chopping up the bacon for later. I look over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him to only look straight into his smirking face.

"Sailor, really? Stop staring." Noah says with a huge smirk. My face turns red and I look away and whisper," I wasn't staring." As I say this I hear him laughing behind me and that brings a smile to my face.

"What's for dinner?" I hear Alex's voice boom through the kitchen door. Before I can answer, Noah beats me to it. "Mac'n'cheese."

"Great." Al says and walks to the living room.

We cook in silence until Noah asks," Where's your mom?" My body stiffen. It's been a while since someone actually asked that question.

I take a deep breath,"Umm she died when I was 14." My back is towards Noah so I don't know how he reacted but I do hear his breathing slow.

"How?"

"Cancer, same as my dad." My laugh is one of bitterness, the pain resurfacing.

"I know that me saying that I'm sorry is not gonna fucking help, but for what it's worth I really am sorry." Noah's voice seems thick like he is trying to hold back an emotion. An emotion he doesn't want to feel ever again.

I turn around and look him in his eyes," Thank you." I smile at him. "Well since you got to ask me a question now it's my turn." Noah narrows his eyes and nods suspiciously. I merely smile.

"When I was at your house for the project, where were your parents?" Noah's face doesn't give anything away about how he feels and it annoys me.

"They were at work." He states simply. I nod my head because he obviously doesn't want to share this with me.

We continue cooking when suddenly I feel something wet dripping from my head down the back of my shirt. I turn around to look at a smug-looking Noah with egg yolk in his hand.

"Did you just throw an egg at me?" I question with wide eyes.

Noah smiles and asks innocently," Who? Me? I would never."

I glance at my right and spot the bag of flour. I smile at Noah while his eyes widened as he realises what I'm thinking. I grab a hand full of white flour and throw it in Noah's face. He gasps.

"You're so gonna get it now, Sailor!" Noah shouts charging towards me. I squeak and run to the other side of the island in the middle of the kitchen. Noah and I are standing face to face with only a kitchen island separating us. We are staring at each other with narrowed eyes from across the island. Out of nowhere I feel a cloud of flour hitting me square in the face and the sound of Noah's laugh bouncing off the walls of the kitchen. I scrap the flour from my eyes and I grab a hand full of flour running after Noah but he runs away from me around the island.

"Come here!!" I shout.

"No!" Noah yells back.

I don't look where I'm running as I slip on the flour (on the floor) falling forward onto Noah making us both fall on the floor covered in flour. I fall on my back and Noah puts his arms beneath me to shield my fall thus falling on top me. Our laughter echoes throughout the kitchen and we're both breathing heavily but the moment our eyes lock, everything goes silent. Noah smiles, not a smirk nor a smug smile, but a beautiful smile. Noah reaches for my face and swipes his thumb underneath my eye taking the flour with it.

"You got something here." He says leaning forward.

My breathing becomes heavy and I don't know what to do.

Noah leans closer and closer.

My mind is screaming 'kiss me' repeatedly.

Our lips are about to touch for the first time when the door swings open with a bang.

"Now I know why it's taking so long." Al yells with a smirking.

My face goes red and I throw Noah off of me and stand up.

"Dinner is almost ready."

"Um ... sure." Al says with a lifted brow, while leaving the kitchen shaking his head.

Noah stands up behind me," Well thanks so much for that." I smile sheepishly," You can go take a shower while I finish up here." Noah nods and is out of the door.

What just happened?

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