*Noah's POV*
"You can't just do things like that! It has to be fake! I mean, look at that!" Jamila exclaimed pointing at the T.V as I chuckled.
"I can't believe you haven't watched Fast and the Furious, shame on you Jamila." I shook my head in fake disappointment.
"Ara is a tomboy by heart okay, she just doesn't dress like one." She defended herself.
"She does sometimes, however, she already watched the entire franchise... Unlike you." I taunted her some more.
"I'm watching it now am I not? Now shut up and stop distracting me." I smiled. We've gotten closer in the past month, a bit too close although not close enough to overcome my trust issues. We're good friends, I just hope it stays that way and doesn't get complicated in any way.
"Am I?" I poked her side and she flinched with a laugh.
"Stop." She immediately objected with a huge smile on her face.
"Stop what?" I poked her again a few more times as she exploded with laughter.
"I should've never told you about that!" She frantically slapped my hands away.
"Yip, it's your fault." I started tickling her and my house echoed with laughter. It's the only time this house will ever be filled with laughter. This house hasn't heard laughter or felt happiness for a very long time.
I stopped tickling her and pulled out my phone. It was a bit over the time she had to leave, the last thing I need is my uncle threatening me, my brother or anybody.
"You gotta go." Her smile quickly disappeared, I never really told her the reason why she always has to leave at a certain time every time she comes over.
"What, why?" She questioned as we both stood up from my couch.
"You just have to Mila." She put on her coat and headed for the door while I followed.
"Why don't you want your parents to know about me?" She questioned again but I didn't answer. I grimaced at the word parents tho, they're far from my parents. Shit I wish we had our parents. I'd kill to get them back.
"You can't keep me at arms length forever. " She stopped walking and turned around to face me.
"But I sure as hell can try." I answered.
"And here I thought that I actually made progress with you in the last month." She scoffed.
"It'll take more than a month for me to trust you or anybody I've just met."
"So that's all I am. A person you just met. Look it's either you want me here or you don't."
"We all know that things in life are just more complicated than that."
"No it's not! People make things complicated! You either want me here or you don't Noah!"
"Look that's for you to choose. I'm down with whatever. But if I'm that much of a shitty person to you and you think that I don't want you here and you don't wanna deal with it; then don't be here or if you wanna tough it out then be here. You decide—"
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Troubled Life
RandomClara is girl who was used, abused, and hurt. She doesn't trust any guy she comes across and with good reason. She has nightmares that almost feel too real, and she's always self conscious. If only most people knew that behind that bitchy, fierce, a...
