Apartment 311

Ch | 60

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Sixty: "BB and the queen"

"My stomach hurts," I complained after the Chinese we ate for dinner.

"Go poop," Noah laughed on the end of the couch. I removed my feet from his lap and sucked my teeth.

"I'm not pooping in your house," I insisted, curling my face.

"Where are you going?" Noah asked me when I got up from the couch and ran down the hallway.

For a minute, I stood in the far corner out of his sight and then returned laughing.

"I farted," I confessed, falling over the recliner.

"Ew," he sounded, chuckling. "You went all the way over there to fart?"

"Well I wasn't going to tell you, but I didn't want it to stink and then you think I'm dirty," I continued laughing hysterically.

"I wouldn't have cared," he laughed.

I stopped and stared at him. "Ew."

"Not like that, I'm just saying, like, if you do it's not a big deal."

"Well, I won't, so." I scooped my phone from the coffee table and checked the time.

The anxiety was killing me. I was watching the clock like it was my job, Daniel was on a flight to LA.

Halloween was coming up, it's Cassie's birthday. AKA, the day I'll get to see Daniel in full drag performing! I don't know which I'm more excited about.

Noah and I made a plan to watch the sky go from sunset to black and starry because it seems impossible every time I've tried. Except I was too busy on my phone to pay attention to him.

"I'm going to shower, when I get out, we can do whatever you wanted to do," I said, my eyes drilled glued to my screen as I walked to the master bathroom.

*

I stood in the mirror after towel-drying my body. Because I washed my hair the day prior, I didn't get it wet and just let it fall from the banana clip so I could brush it to my satisfaction how my mother used to.

In walked Noah who peeled his shirt off and hugged me from behind.

"Hey, sexy," he said in a comedic accent that made me laugh instantly.

"Ew, what is that voice?" I cackled, putting my brush down.

"It's my sexy voice," he joked, biting at me. "We haven't done it in so long you forgot."

"It has been a while, I'm proud of you. You deserve something," I flirted, turning to face him.

He picked me up and placed me on top of the sink and kissed my collarbone then my lips.

"I can't, baby-"

"You said the 'b' word!" I gasped, clapping my hands in excitement because he finally slipped up and came me a pet name.