Out of My League

Chapter 27 (Izzy)

"Do you want to know something weird?" Reagan asks me as the two of us lie in bed, staring up at the textured, white ceiling of the hotel.

"Sure."

"This is the first year of my entire life that I won't be decorating a Christmas tree. Are you sure we can't get one?"

"What's the point?" I ask, "We've got one in the apartment back home."

"So, if we go back," she points out, "We'll just take this one home, too."

If, not when. Reagan must like Los Angeles as much as I do if she's considering staying.

Or she loves Connor as much as I love Noah.

I suppose it could be either.

"We don't need two Christmas trees," I laugh, "The Christmas tree we have at home is too big for just two people anyway."

"I want to decorate a Christmas tree," she whines, "And if you don't find a way for me to do that, I'm going to make a way."

"I don't know how to help you."

She huffs, side-eyeing me so hard that I can tell even whilst staring up at the ceiling.

After a moment, she asks, "Why don't you call Noah and ask if we can help him?"

"Why don't you call Connor and ask if you can help him?"

"Connor's tree is already up," she sighs, "I already asked."

"And what makes you think Noah's tree isn't already up?"

"You tell me," she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand and staring at me, "You were at his house yesterday. Was his tree up?"

"No."

"Then, ask," she shoves me in the shoulder, giggling at herself, "Please."

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Izzy-"

I groan, but do as she asks. Noah answers immediately.

"Yeah?"

"Is your Christmas tree decorated? Please say yes."

From beside of me, Reagan smacks my shoulder, making me squeak into the phone.

"My Christmas tree?" Noah asks, entertained, "Why are you asking?"

"No reason."

"Do you still need me to say yes?"

The fact that he didn't even question why I asked him to say yes makes me smile, but I don't want to lie, so I say with a laugh, "No, just tell me the truth."

"In that case, no," he replies and then adds, nonchalantly, "In fact, I was going to wait to decorate it until you could help."

"Wait," I sit up a little in bed, "Seriously?"

He answers slowly, like he's confused that I'm as surprised as I am, "Mm-hm."

I smile a smile that is only amplified when I realize that Reagan can't hear Noah's side of the conversation and is desperately trying to do so.

"How's tonight sound?"

"Tonight sounds perfect," I reply, laughing when Reagan claps excitedly and springs out of bed to start getting ready.

"Great," I can practically see the smile that he's wearing, "I'll see you then."

"Noah?"

"Hm?"