Chapter Fifteen:
"Um.. Okay what's the favor".
"Okay so first I need some clothes, what'd you got?" I question, really considering my options.
"If you can fit in my sweatpants and t-shirts sure" he shrugs his shoulders slightly amused by the situation.
I sigh and stretch my hand as a gesture.
"Hand them over"
He smirks bouncing off the wardrobe, walking out the room.
I put my hand down awkwardly not knowing what to do at the moment.
I stop him.
"Uh, Noah?"
He turns around.
"Yeah"
"I could also use a ride to school"
He sighs but nods his head and with that, he's out of the room
He takes a while so I start manhandling the zipper, trying very hard to pull it down.
Ugh fuck.
It's stuck halfway.
I suddenly feel a pair of cold hands make contact with my back and I unnecessarily tense and the newly formed contact.
"What ar-"
"Do you need help or not" he cuts me off. His hand easily pulls the zipper down.
Almost as if he's used to pulling down zippers.
I mutter a small "thanks" and turn around, he's got a pair of leggings and a t-shirt that looks way too big.
"How'd you get the leggings?" I question.
"I got the wrong birthday present," he says rubbing the nape of his neck.
He chuckles awkwardly.
"Okay thanks"
"Yeah". He says still standing as if he doesn't know what to do.
"Leave dude, I can't change in front of you"
"Oh, yeah right" he turns to leave but stops as soon as his hand reaches the door handle "Don't be late, we still have to head to school" and with that, he's out the door.
He walks out of the door and I sigh wearing the leggings that surprisedly fit and the very much oversized t-shirt.
That smells like him.
Obviously.
I open the door clutching my phone in my hand.
My bag's already stuffed in my locker at school so that's one less thing to worry about.
I walk out to the unfamiliar walls and descend the stairs assuming that's where the living room is.
I get down and look around.
Yeah, he was right when he said this was his apartment.
There's a pool table, alcohol bar (I'll need to revisit that later), tv, hockey game, and indoor table tennis.
It's your average 'bro cave'.
I walk to what I assume is the exit of the place and I'm greeted with a clash of clans game with Noah's chest.
"Oww, the fuck?" I mutter harshly.
My headache just grew.
You'd think that after taking Advil or all that shit it'd reduce but nope that's false advertising people.
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