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Bowling-Noah

Noah's Pov-

I've been dating y/n for four years now, and I can honestly say that bowling is one of our special things we do together. It's our special thing, our go-to date night activity. We've been going to the same bowling alley since we were kids, and it never gets old. Tonight is no exception.

As we walk into the bowling alley, the familiar smell of stale air and freshly waxed lanes hits me, and I feel a rush of excitement. y/n takes my hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. We make our way to the counter to grab our usual spot, lane 17.

the lady behind the counter, her bright smile welcoming us as always. "Hey, kiddo! The usual, right?" she asks, already knowing the answer.

We nod in unison, and she hands us our favorite shoes – bright blue and orange striped ones that we've had since we were kids. We slip them on, and I can't help but feel like a kid again.

As we start our game, I notice y/n is a bit off. She's not her usual self, focused on getting strike after strike. I glance at her, trying to get a read on what's wrong. She catches my gaze and gives me a weak smile.

"What's up?" I ask as we take a break between frames.

"Just stressed about school," she says, rolling her eyes. "We're getting close to finals, and I'm freaking out."

I nod sympathetically. I know how she feels – we're both juniors in high school, and it's a lot of pressure. "You'll be fine," I say reassuringly. "You've got this."

We continue bowling, the sounds of crashing pins and cheering crowd filling the air. y/n starts to loosen up, her strikes coming back in full force.

After our game, we grab some pizza slices from the arcade room and sit down at our favorite booth by the window. My parents and brothers soon on their way over to join us.

"So, Noah, how's school going?" Nelson asks, plopping down beside me.

"Good," I reply. "Just trying to get through these last few weeks of school before graduation."

Niles nods in understanding. "Yeah, it's crazy how fast time flies."

Cassie joins us soon after, bearing a tray of drinks and some nachos. "So, how was your night?" she asks y/n.

"It was great," y/n replies with a smile. "Thanks for letting us keep our special tradition going."

Spencer, my dad, pokes his head into the booth. "Hey guys! How was your game?"

We fill him in on our scores and stories from the lanes. Spencer chuckles and shakes his head. "You two are still getting worse with age," he teases.

As we finish up our snacks and drinks, I turn to y/n with a mischievous grin. "Want to make it a night to remember?"

She raises an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

I lean in close. "I found out that if you get a certain number of strikes in a row on the bonus lane... they'll give you a free t-shirt."

Her eyes light up. "That sounds like so much fun! Let's do it!"

We make our way back to the lanes, determined to get those strikes and earn that t-shirt. The night wears on, with laughter and competition filling the air as we bowl our hearts out.

As we leave the bowling alley at midnight, exhausted but exhilarated from our marathon game session, y/n turns to me with a sleepy smile.

"That was perfect," she says.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders. "Always is."

Y/n's Pov-

I can't believe I'm 17 years old and still doing the same thing I did when I was 13 – bowling with Noah at our favorite alley. But it never gets old with him by my side.

As we walk in tonight, I'm feeling stressed about school finals looming ahead of us. But as soon as we hit the lanes and start rolling those balls down the track... all my worries melt away.

Noah notices something's off about me and asks what's wrong. He always knows how to make me feel better – with his calming words and reassuring presence.

We bowl our game, laughing and joking around like we always do. But tonight feels different – like everything else fades away except for this moment between us.

When Noah suggests making it a night to remember by trying for those bonus strikes on the special lane... I'm all in. We make it happen (with some close calls and plenty of cheering), and that t-shirt becomes our reward.

As we leave the alley under the stars-lit sky... I realize that these moments are what make life worth living – sharing experiences with someone who understands you like no one else does.

Noah wraps his arm around me as we walk away from the alley... his hand squeezing mine just enough to let me know he's still there for me – always has been – always will be.

And as we walk off into the night together... I know that no matter what comes next – whether it's college or life beyond – this feeling will stay with us forever: this sense of connection forged through countless nights spent rolling balls down those lanes at our favorite alley...

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