Beautiful Crazy

Part 18: "Bitch Ass!"

Groaning I roll out of Noah's arms and catch a glimpse of the clock that read 4:45.

I have been up for two hours.

Heavens to betsy, I'm turning into a old person.

What eighteen year old wakes up at almost three o'clock in the morning? 

I need a life.

Since  Noah is asleep that's means no company for me, so I hop out of his comfortable bed and make my way down the stairs to his kitchen.

After I make me some coffee with French Vanilla creamer I decide on snuggling up with blankets and watching tv in the living room.

Noah's parents have this awesome huge beanbag in their living room and it's to die for. I fall asleep on it every time me and Noah have movie marathons.

Wrapping myself up in a burrito of blankets I plop down on the beanbag and start scrolling through the channels.

Ten minutes later I settle on Fred and I could not be happier with my life decisions at that moment.

Right as Fred gets on the bus to go see his lover a body jumps on top of mine nearly suffocating me.

Noah's arms wrap around my body as he lays his head on top of my chest and lets out a big yawn.

"Why aren't you in bed?" I ask him while I scratch his back.

"Because you aren't."

I soon find myself falling back to sleep with Noah's body on top of mine and Fred's screams in my ears.

Life is great.

I'm awoken with a little body jumping on top of me and Noah. Arabelle lets out a squeal and starts patting my cheeks.

"Hi Arabelle" I say as I bring her into a hug.

"Hey since Noah's still asleep can we go see Cwayton?" She whispers into my ear with a grin on her adorable face.

Since I do have to change my clothes and take a shower I take up Arabelles offer.

"Yeah we can go see Clay, I'm sure he wants to see you ."

"Okay, can you come with me to change my clothes first?"

"Yes I can."

Arabelle takes my hand and leads me out of the living room and down the hall to her room. Once we are in there she sits down on the carpet and gives me a big grin.

"Okay! Ewizabeth you sit here but keep you eyes closed, I'm gonna supwise you."

"Okay!"

Five minutes later Arabelle taps my shoulder.

"Okay open!"

Arabelle stands in front of me wearing black leggings and a grey hoodie, and its just the cutest thing ever.

"I LOOK LIKE YOU EWIZABETH!"

Arabelle tackles me in a hug and starts planting slobbery kisses all over my face.

I can't wait to have children.

A throat clearing catches both mine and Arabelles attention.

Turning both our heads around we see Marybell and Walker in the doorway with grins on both their faces.

"Well you to are mighty happy this morning." Mrs Miller says as she takes a picture of me and Arabelle.

I probably look like a raccoon in that.