Kissing Booth: Another Take

Chapter 43

AN: Happy Friday and Happy long weekend to the Americans out there!

 Did everyone see the poster for the final kissing booth movie? The tagline gave me all the feels. 

With that being said, this story is probably nearing its end as well. I have some ideas for a sequel set in college with the gang but I'm unsure if I should go for it or as the poster said let this story stand as:

"The end of an era. The beginning of everything else."

Let me know your thoughts! Love you guys and thank you for all being supporters and giving us all the chance to get these characters (and some of my made up ones) a new life.

Without further ado back to our bad boy turned sweetest boyfriend ever

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Noah

"I still think that ref's call on him was whack," Jake said shaking his head in reference to last night's NBA game.

I nodded, "No I agree the call was bullshit but he loves to flop anyways."

Jake laughed. "Kind of reminds me of Fitz."

I chuckled. From the corner of my eye, I could see Elle smirking at Chloe's review of one of the contestants in the newest season of some reality show they both watched. While doing so, she was absentmindedly picking through her fries, eating certain ones but not others.

"Speaking of Fitz, did you notice he's been kind of quiet since Elle decked him with that soccer ball?" I asked unable to keep the pride from my voice. I looked over to Elle to see Chloe and her were too involved in their conversation to pay us mind, and Elle was still picking away.

Jake shrugged, "Likely still nursing his bruised ego back to life. I'm sure he'll be back to full obnoxious capacity in time for our first game come fall. There's plenty of time for his crap."

"I still can't believe the shit he was texting me was about Elle the whole time," I tossed my napkin down annoyed at the my tray.

"You know you had nothing to worry about dude," Jake assured me rolling his eyes. "I've got your back and Elle's. I've always got her covered."

I frowned thinking about the night before. I was grateful to have a friend like Jake who knew the right things to do in a moment like last night. The Neanderthal in me though still felt that twinge of possessiveness. I wanted to be the one to do all the right things. I wanted to be who she cried to. I wanted to be anything she would let me be.

Elle's hand on my lap made me look back at her, all her picking around now making sense. She was still talking to Chloe but she was passing me a plate of fries — the smaller crunchy ones that sometimes got over done in the fryer. The kind that I always saved for last because they were my favorite.

I looked down at them with a giant grin, all thoughts of how I would further mark my territory replaced with an appreciation for all things Elle Evans. She dipped another one of her fries in ketchup and chomped on it, not even looking at me to see my reaction. Jake smiled at the gesture, already reaching over to swipe one of the perfectly burnt potato strips, being his favorite too. I slapped his hand away as he glared back while recoiling.