Becoming Flynn - a kissing booth fan fiction

What would it take? - Part Two

A/N: Okay, so this is part two of my alternate universe version of Eighteen - you know, the place where Lee is a mature and awesome friend and brother? *Sigh* We can dream, right? You might notice I mixed in a bit of the book with this one - it just fit better, I think. As always, I'd like to know what you think, so let me know in the comments.

Noah

The next morning Lee and I clean up from the party before I go take a shower. Elle still hasn't surfaced, but I need clothes, so I open my bedroom door quietly  and walk over to the dresser. When I turn back around, Elle is awake and staring at me.

What happens next starts out fine, me filling Elle in on what she did last night, or nearly did, because she has no memory of it whatsoever. But somehow, once Elle decides to get out of bed and realizes she's standing there wearing only her underwear and my shirt, she thinks it's a good idea to cover up using the curtain. And because I simply can't help teasing her, I refuse to hand her the pair of shorts lying on the floor that she so desperately wants.

And that's how she ends up tackling me, bringing the curtain with her, and we both end up trapped in said curtain rolling around on the floor. Because how could this not end in comedic disaster? It's all fun and games until she tries to free her hand and the shorts from the curtain and end up with a handful of...well, me. To say it's a shock for both of us would be an understatement, but the mortified look on her face makes me laugh. I'm still laughing as we extricate ourselves from the curtain and each other.

With Elle safely out of my room and me safely dressed, I can't help but grin ruefully about the whole thing. Messy? For sure. Flirting with disaster? Almost certainly. Fun? Absolutely.

Elle hides out in Lee's room for the rest of the day and I don't really see her for the next few days. Just a glimpse across the parking lot before school or in the hallway between classes. Back to normal. I spend most of my lunch breaks in the library, one because I hate the cafeteria crowd, and two because the more studying I get done during school time the more free time I have after school. Most of which I spend riding around on my bike, sometimes with company, but mostly not.

After practice on Wednesday, we all head into the locker room and I grab an early shower, wanting to get out of school as soon as possible. Before I can get dressed I hear some noise near the sinks and wander over to see what's happening. I can't believe my eyes. It's Elle, in the guy's locker room, half undressed and covered in paint. Is she serious right now?

Grabbing her arm, I try to drag her towards the door. "You need to leave! I've told you before, stop messing around."

She jerks her arm away from me and I have to let her go otherwise I'll end up bruising her. "I'll leave when I want to. You're not the boss of me, Noah!"

Her expression is indignant and just as furious as I feel in that moment too. We're locked in a standoff, that only gets broken when the yearbook guy takes out his phone and starts taking pictures of her. Is he serious? It only takes a scowl from me and he starts deleting them. Elle can't be here, I need to get her out.

"Come on Elle, let's just go, huh? I mean it. Now put your shirt on and get out." My words come out harsher than I meant them to and of course she fights me.

"I told you to stop telling me what to do."

Not many girls would have the confidence to parade half dressed around a locker room full of guys, but that's Elle Evans for you. Of course it wasn't like I would have let any of them lay a finger on her, but still, I have to admire her. Just a little. Grudgingly. I get dressed quickly after that, but hang around the entrance to the locker rooms, waiting for Elle to get cleaned up.