Chapter 5

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We sat on a rock looking out onto the river at a small quiet area where no one ever passes by.

We sat on a rock looking out onto the river at a small quiet area where no one ever passes by

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"It's so nice out here." "Yeah" he agrees. "I like to come out here a lot. Just me, the noise of the watering travelling and  my thoughts." He looks over and smiles. I smile back at him.

After about an hour of talking and getting to know each other. We both realised we actually like similar things.

He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out his phone. He puts on a song and hops off the big rock and turned towards me. He reaches out his hand so I put my hand in his. "Close your eyes" he says. "Are they closed?" He quickly asks as he could barely see you in the dark. "Yeah" I laugh. "Ok dance."
"What?" i say with looking straight back at him with a confused face.
"Dance!!" He says doing a 360 shaking his arms in the air looking like a weirdo. His eyes are closed and he's still dancing. I smirk then close my eyes. Both of us are now jumping and spinning round like crazy but we didn't care and we couldn't see each other. I stop dancing and open my eyes. He's still dancing like no ones watching. But actually i was there admiring him even though he looks stupid. But "he's my kind of stupid" I say in my mind. I laugh and I close my eyes again to continue dancing. There is something really special with Noah. I suddenly felt a hand in mine. I open my eyes and it was him staring at me smiling, before I got to smile back, he spun me around fell back into his arms. We both laughed and continued dancing.

No one has ever made me feel like this before. I think I might sorta, maybe, catching feelings for him.
What.
No i don't.

Well, i don't know, He makes me feel so safe and warm.
Maybe it was his laugh, or his eyes, or his voice, or his personality, whatever it was it's making me fall for him pretty damn hard.

Moments like this make me wish I could stop time.

After dancing we sat back up onto the rock and talked for another while. I cant remember the rest as I fell asleep on his shoulder.

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