Enemies With Benefits / A Doah Story (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twelve - In The Night

Continuation from chapter eleven

I made this as I was tired and haven't edited so there might be spelling mistakes ill fix in the morning.

Dixie's POV

Okay, the ringing woke me up a minute ago. It's still going off. It's not my phone, it's Noah. Yes, I'm in Noah's dorm. Yes, I'm in his room. For some reason, deep down in my gut it feels right. Although the phone ringing is bugging me. I finally after the person calls back twice, get up and answer the phone.

"Hello?" I say, sounding groggier than I feel. I wipe my eyes and look at Noah who seems to be in a coma-like sleep. Mr. Sleeping Beauty. I smile, he looks so defenceless in his sleep. Not worried about anything. At peace. His brown hair is falling into his eyes, and I almost reach out and brush it back.

"Oh? Is this a girl?" a guy speaks on the other end of the line. I let out a breath, I should've looked to see who it was before answering. By the surprise, in his voice, though I can tell girls answering Noah's phone isn't common. I roll my eyes of course it's not! Although him begging a girl to stay with him and not sleep with him isn't common either.. in fact, I'm partly sure it was a first for him.

"Yes, and who calls this late at night?" I mumble sitting on the edge of the bed. I might as well let Noah sleep. I don't think I could wake him anyways.

"His brother," the guy says easily into the phone. I grip the phone tighter, and I stop wiggling my feet. His brother? Oh god... I shouldn't have answered the phone! Why would his brother call this late? This is going to give off the wrong impression! "Who might this be? If you don't ask me." Well shit. Do I tell him? No, he is going to think we're together or something. "Hmmm, you're just a fling aren't you... yeah figured. Where is Noah?" He asks after I don't reply.

"I'm not a fling!" I growled into the speaker. His brother just chuckles.

"Sweetie they're all flings.. nothing more than a one-nighter" He sighs. I roll my eyes, yeah he doesn't understand.

"Dixie, what are you doing?" Noah mumbles behind me, and I turn to toss his phone on his bed. He picks it up, eyeing me confused. I point at his phone and bring it to his ear. "Hello?" He lays back down. I sat back down on his bed, wondering what woke him up. Watching him intently with wonder about why his brother would call so late. I listen in. "What do you want?" Noah sighs. There is a long pause, and Noah wipes his eyes. I wish I could hear the other end. I want to know what's going on! Noah sits up looking at me real fast, mad. "No, off-limits! I'm serious Blake!"

Off Limits? Why does he say that and look at me? Why does he sound mad? I run over to the chair grabbing a plush blanket, and cuddling into it I sit back down on his bed.

"It's none of your business. Why are you calling?" Noah continues watching me, with curious eyes now. After another moment of silence, Noah lets out a yawn as do I. I turn over, laying my head down on the other pillow waiting until his phone conversation is done. I want to ask him about it, and stay sitting up and talking about things with his brother. I catch a couple of things like spring break and lunch. Another yawn hits me, and I close my eyes. What time is it even? It's obviously past midnight, oh well I guess, I'll just be tired tomorrow.

The buzzing of an alarm slowly brings me to life, and I open my eyes, looking at the ceiling. One crazy-ass dream, staying in Noah's room with him! I look over wondering where the buzz is coming from, none of my alarms sound like that. But it's not my room, it's just like Noah's from my dream. Finally waking up and gaining my senses, I feel the arm wrapped around me and the body pressed against my backside. I turn my head, and right there is Noah's messy hair bedhead covering his eyes, just like last night when I answered his phone. I'm sleeping with Noah! I fell asleep last night! On his bed! Don't freak out, Dixie. Be mature about this. I sit there ignoring the still buzzing alarm. I smile slightly, I've always wondered what this felt like. I've watched this in movies and TV shows and read about it in books, but it's different from the real thing. It's better. More special. Carefully turning so I'm facing him, I look at his features. Strong cheekbones, and straight nose. His lips are lush and soft, although I only know that from the times he has kissed me, I smile at the small gap between his lips. It's cute seeing him sleeping this close. His jaw is relaxed and well set. My eyes drift back to his mouth, wonder spikes my mind. I could kiss him. My body shivers, why am I thinking about kissing him? Why am I still laying here with him?!