A normal bunch of 16 year old American teens. Maya and her twin Theo share the same person, Noah. Noah is Theo's best friend but over time Maya and Noah fall in love.
Maya and Noah hate each other so that Maya thinks...
Today me and Noah are flying out to France. It's a place we both want to see and a possibility to where we might get married.
I know, exciting.
I plod around the front room tidying last nights takeaway. We have run the fridge down as we won't be here for a a few days. We shared a pizza like we used to when we were younger.
I hear Noah singing along to the radio in the kitchen as he makes breakfast.
"Sweetheart, it's ready!" Noah yells gently through the house.
"Okay!" I reply whilst fixing the last cushion on the sofa. Ahhh spotless. Leaving the house tidy whilst we are away just makes sense, because when we come back we can relax.
I walk into the kitchen and sit at the island. It is beautiful. The whole process of renovating it was worth it.
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We both sit side by side as Noah sets the plates down. Mhmmm pancakes. My favourite.
"Thank you." I hum as I place some in my mouth. "You're welcome." Noah smiles.
We sit and eat in a peaceful silence. When we have finished eating I stack our two plates together. "We are going to be so jet lagged." I wince.
"I know, but it will be so worth it." Noah moves some hair out of my face. "It will." I smile as I lean into his hand. He places a kiss on my temple.
"I love you." I say softly. "I love you." Noah replies instantly. We keep eye contact the entire time.
I got so lucky.
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Walking through the airport is nerve racking because all of a sudden I have a bomb in my pants, class A drugs smuggled in my case and a weapon hidden up my sleeve. I hate airports. I'm not guilty, but I sure as hell feel like I am.
I hold tightly onto Noah's hand as he leads the way.
Before long, we are boarding the plane. We got a fancy shmancy first class seat. With Noah being a football player and all. It's so weird when fans see him and ask for pictures. My superstar.
The seats are so comfy and I feel myself easing in. I hold Noah's hand and squeeze it three times. He reciprocates the three squeezes and I can feel my smile widen.
Please don't let this feeling ever end.
"Sweetheart, put your seatbelt on." Noah says softly. I let go of his hand a strap it across me tightly. I'm so nervous. "Have you fastened yours?" I puzzle anxiety building up inside of me.
"I'm safe, and your safe darling." He assures me. I nod and hold his hand. My chest feels heavy all of a sudden. This isn't good.
I rest my head on Noah's shoulder and try and keep my breathing steady. His other hand reaches across and holds my head to him. I feel a kiss gently pressed to the top of my head.
