it was always you: a kissing booth fanfic 💕

Chapter 1 - my girl

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One last summer afternoon

Noah's POV
It was a hot summer afternoon at the end of August, which meant the beginning of a new school year was about to come. Finally it came to be senior year, meaning I was basically an adult now. I was a man, and I damn sure was feeling like one.

I was in my room arranging a few things, made sure my backpack was ready to go for the first day of school, and picking up some clothes that were scattered over the floor. I heard some yells and a loud splash in the pool from outside. I decided to make a quick peek through the window and see what my brother was up to. I knew he wasn't alone out there however when I heard a female scream right after the splash. One side of my mouth curled into a smirk as I heard that female.

Elle Evans. Rochelle Evans. Shelly.

The sweet name sounded so graceful and a soft yet intense breath of fresh air in my mind. A mental image of her floated into my consciousness, with her brunette hair, bright blue eyes, and beautiful face matching flawlessly together. Her laugh and smile always made my heart skip a beat, then making it proceed to quicken. Who knew even a playful scream of the girl you adored would turn you on so damn much?

I ran some fingers through my hair as I thought of her, closing my eyes for a moment to savor my most delicious thoughts before opening them up again to peer outside. My player reputation undermined the fact I was in reality a gentleman, although I couldn't hide the fact that I felt something special in my heart that was reserved for Elle Evans. One thing I could never show. I was constantly kissing (but NOT hooking up) with other girls in attempt to distract myself from Elle, but less then half the time was only temporary. All throughout high school and even before then, I have never been able to get her out of my head. The discouraging part however? I probably didn't have a chance with her. In spite of me having scared off pretty much every male in the school from getting to her, as Elle and my brother are unaware of, I couldn't shake the feeling that Elle might not say yes to me, being no more than her best friend's older brother.

A hopeful sign though is when her gorgeous blue eyes lock with mine or when I see her looking at me attentively when she thinks I'm not noticing. I've noticed that many times over the years, and she knows I've done that back too. I remember being just a young kid and watching her and Lee play in the sandbox or play tag at the playground. I would be sitting off to the side or on a swing and study her at ten years old, noting her eyes, her hair (in pigtails of course), and how she made me feel happier when I was around her.

I looked down to the pool where I saw my dorky younger brother Lee drenched. He was getting out of the pool, smiling. Not too far away was Elle, sitting on a pool chair underneath an umbrella.

Now, I know it's rude to stare but damn, I couldn't keep my eyes off that girl to save my life in her current state down there. Her adorable face was enough but her body complimented it. I was at football camp most of the summer and failed to realize how much her figure had changed until I saw her in a bathing suit. Her chest had gotten ample, delightfully filling out her multicolored bikini top. My mind was entranced as I tried to suppress my dirty thoughts lingering in my brain. My eyes trailed down Elle's slim waist to her hips, that had widened of considerable size, then down to her legs. Those sexy legs that accompanied for her short stature I loved.

I wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb after realized I had been freaking drooling. I snapped out of my daze and, disheartened, managed to peel my eyes away and shook my head from my own absurdity.

I wonder if Elle thought of me the same way I thought of her... No, no, no. Noah, now you are just being ridiculous again. I reminded myself Shelly probably thought of me no more than her best friend's older brother and even more, of me being the most notorious player in high school. That hurt me because I never have been a player, the fact is simply been that I kiss other girls in order to direct my attention away from Elle. Even if it directed it away for just a short amount of time. None of them were ever worthy of dating though... or were as worthy as Elle for that matter.

I stepped away from the window and stood in front of my room's long mirror, observing myself as I was just wearing a pair of Nike shorts. I had grown a significant amount of muscle in the past few months, from football camp and from the gym. I believed that if I was trying to grab Elle's recognition I needed to be attractive that way. Unfortunately, I drew attention from the wrong people: obnoxious females. I'm sorry, it's just the truth. Shelly was my inspiration for several things I do; growing my size was one of them. I guess I wanted to be a big strong protector for her, which doubled as an attention-getter.

I decided to make my way downstairs and outside to see if I could make conversation with Lee and Elle. I also wanted to see if Elle would notice my build. I didn't mind taking some extra looks at her myself considering how I saw her from my bedroom... Noah, calm the f down!

Oh Elle Evans, the things you do to me.