3: A Love-struck Idiot

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Parker

Noah Bishop was standing on my front porch.

He was wearing a black Nirvana t-shirt along with a pair of blue denim jeans. His slick, dark hair drooped down over his forehead—like he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Noah?" I was surprised.

"Hey, Christmas sweater." He half-smiled. That damned nickname again.

It's been years now, when is he going to stop calling me that? Not that I am complaining.

Have you ever heard someone say 'sweater' with a British accent?

That shit is attractive as hell. Well, to me anyways.

"What are you doing here?" I wondered, my heart panicking inside of my chest, as if it was ready to jump out of my body and run away.

"I came to return your pencil." He says, holding my pencil out.

Oh?

There was a huge part of me that thought he was here to confess his undying love for me, but okay...

"You didn't have to do that." I tell him. "It's just a pencil."

"Oh? So I can keep it?" He queried.

"If you want." I smiled.

I am nervous and completely caught off guard by his piercing blue eyes on mine, that I didn't even realise that he was asking me a question. Abruptly, I snap back to reality with a confused look. "Huh?"

"I said, are you coming to the bonfire?" He repeated.

"I can't." I said.

"Why not?" He wondered.

"I, erm... have to babysit my little brother." I lied after having a lightbulb moment.

"Oh?" His eyebrows creased slightly. "Is it the same little brother who is currently over at my house with my little brother?" He queried.

Right...

Lightbulb moment failed...

"Parties aren't really my scene." I went with the truth this time.

"No? You're not a fan of dancing like a lunatic whilst under the influence?" His thick British accent was like music to my ears.

I could just melt...

"Losers like me don't go to parties."

"A, you're not a loser. And B, what's the worst that could happen?" He asked.

I could get chopped up by an axe murderer?

I could go for a piss in the woods and get mauled by a bear?

Or maybe it truly is a cult gathering and I might be the sacrifice?

"I'll give you ride?" He offered in the form of a question.

Oh?

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