Insanity

21

Thursday 20/5/18, 12:00 am

"I don't want you to be in here." Adelyn hisses as Noah throws his other foot over the windowsill, pushing his cap slightly up to see her better as he scrunches his nose.

The night had just started, and it tonight it seemed that cold air seemed to have been acquainting it. The clock that hung in her room ticked loudly as no words were passed between the both of them. 

Noah jumped into her room, suddenly feeling quite large as his eyes zeroes on new additions in the room.  

Miniature pint-sized figures were stacked one by one alongside each other on a desk in front of him. Plural. Just staring at him. 

Almost 50. 

Black beaded creepy eyes just peered into his soul with no expression and smiles that looked like Kai had drawn a line on their faces. 

A hand comes flying and hits him on his chest, "Don't stare at them like that, you're ruining the mojo in my room." she snaps at him and looks behind her shoulder once to make sure her door is closed. 

And then she looks again to make sure her door is locked as well. 

"Tell them to not stare at me like that, why'd you even get them? A hobby to occupy you after I dumped you?" He scowls, still staring at the figures and making a disgusted face at them. 

Adelyn had to take a deep breath at the sudden change in his behavior, she was 'baby' until the day before and a 'brat he'd fuck the attitude out of' yesterday. Now she was the 'girl he dumped' again. 

"Just a reminder that my toys are bigger than you ever were." She smiles at him sweetly and her gaze drops down to his crotch. Her gaze goes back up to meet him and she pushes him back to the window and opens it, about to commit murder. 

Not that he'd die, her room is just on the first floor of the house. Maybe a sprained wrist but he would live, he's survived being stabbed by Blythe. 

"Many would disagree." Never mind, death was the answer to this madness.

"Leave, you're suffocating the air in here with your awful smell." She lied, he smelt heavenly and divine. She wanted to bury her nose into his neck and sleep cocooned around whatever smell that was. Musky, strong and sweet.

Like he'd drowned himself in a bunch of different colognes that made the best of combinations. She could see the colors radiating off him as she imagined the smells. 

Red, yellow, blue and a light brown. 

"You think I enjoy babysitting your ungrateful ass?" He asked, walking past her to her toys and examined them closely, the spiky haired blond with red eyes that twinkled.

She snatches it and squeezes in between him and the shelf, "Don't touch him! Don't touch anything! If you don't want to be here, then leave! You're so good at doing that!" She yells at him but then quickly pauses and covers her mouth, glancing at her door. 

He was irritating, he was stinky, he needed to leave immediately, and he would get her into trouble.

With Adelyn's back still digging into her back and her head turned away from Noah, staring at the door he leans in closer. A soft tickle of warm breath hits her neck and the dark pull strings of a jacket bump against her cheek. 

"You think I enjoy being in the same room as you, brat?" He asks her once again and her breath stutters and she forgets how to breathe. Large hands shuffle beside and sit next to her, caging her. Imprisoning her. 

She's tolerated him without falling down at his feet for as long as he's come back into her life, she's pushed him away no matter how close he stood next to her, and she could do the same once again. 

She could not. 

Her teeth sink into her lips as she tries not to say anything stupid. 

"Where's all that bark gone?" Lips brush over her soft ample cheeks and Adelyn's eyes flutter at the contact, almost closing completely and leaning into him. His voice sends her into a trance of darkness. 

Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it. 

A ringing of reminders chug into her mind, hooting to wake her up and push him away. 

His lips curve into a smile and she feels it, she feels his lips on her cheek turning up and God if that didn't make her want to whimper and thrust her hands into his hair and have him touch her properly. Touch her face, her hair, her waist, her hips, her hands. 

Oh, how she ached to hold his hands again. His fingers would intertwine with hers and engulf her smaller chubby hands in his, his warmth would just make her feel safe and it was like a fire would burn in her heart. She loved holding his hands more than kissing him. 

Maybe once wouldn't hurt anyone?

Face turned back to his, noses brushing with his and eyes slowly clashing with his. 

Not even the clock could be heard over her thundering heart, "Noah?" The hesitant and meek voice whispers.

She didn't look at his lips, she never did, they always communicated through eyes, and he could see it. Two vulnerable eyes peeked at his through eyelashes. 

Adelyn licks her lips and then next to his hand, settles hers, close enough that they could brush. 

"Yeah baby?" He murmurs so quietly, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Ask me anything.

"I-" Adelyn was unable to complete her sentence as her door handle started moving up and down. 

Both heads whip to the door and she pushes him away as fast as she could, "Y-yes? I'm changing my clothes!" 

Noah stumbles back, his heel hitting the bed as he flops on his back. 

"I thought I heard some yelling." Her mother's voice calls from outside. 

"No mama, it's just-" Her eyes move behind her to the window and then the fallen Noah on her bed. She pushes him off her bed and her rolls down onto the floor with an 'oomph', hiding behind her bed completely, the long decorative bed covers not showing anything. 

The door opens and Adelyn stands innocently smiling at her mother, "the neighbors were shouting probably." 

Before her mother could walk in further into her room, she's stopped, "Why are you awake? I thought you fell asleep." 

Her mother rolls her eyes and huffs, "Don't, your father is enough to bug me around with sleep schedules." 

"Papa isn't here, so I'm in charge." She spins her mother around, hands falling onto her shoulders and taking her back to her bed, "Come on, mama, I'll even warm you up some milk."

She looks back and sees Noah, disheveled and his cap off his head, getting back up.

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will probably force write a one bed trope