𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 68: The one where they did it nine times.

 Chapter 68: The one where they did it nine times.

Noah is sulking. He was picking at his chocolate muffin. He has been this 'down' since I stupidly said what I said. Seriously though, he is such a child. Actually a sexy man in only his silk black boxers. Not the point...

"Noah stop sulking, it's been fifteen minutes." I sigh eating my ham,

We decided to eat and I honestly, wanted to talk about what happened. I mean don't get me wrong it was amazing... better than amazing..but I can't help but think that our friendship is now ruined.

I mean we can't go on like nothing had happened because something did happen. Something wonderful happened...but that's the problem it is too wonderful to sweep it under the rug and pretend nothing had happened.

I can't believe I let it happen.

More so, I can't believe I am this concerned about what will become of us. You know, a year before I wouldn't bat a lash over this. I'll probably go like "Well, it's been nice. Don't call me. Bye."

"I'm not sulking.." he mumbles,

"Yes, you are!" I argue,

"Whatever made you think that?" he says still picking at his muffin.

"Because you're picking at your muffin!" I all but shout "the only time you did that was when you found out about Walter, or when you had that big fight with your aunt, or when the Lakers lost... you are mad and sad." I tell him.

"Huh.. I wonder what made mad and sad." he mimics me and gets up.

I sigh and follow him "But I apologized.."

"Yeah and that's supposed to make me feel better?" he scoffs and sits on the couch... still picking on his stupid muffin! so irritating!

"Yes?" I try, I don't I ever done this before..

"Yeah well it doesn't." he switches on the TV. "It doesn't make me feel better and certainly not erase what you said.." he says "Oh and by the way, throwing the Lakers in the mix do not make me feel okay. You might wanna rethink your strategy." he picks at his muffin.

Aghh! he is so irritating!! I can't believe I have to go with this stupid charade just so we can talk about what happened.

"But I said 'I take it back'!" I turn off the TV.

"Well it doesn't work. You hurt my pride, and the, apparently, little guy's pride too. I am scarred for life." he finishes, sitting on the bar stool where he initially was. I follow him.

"I was mad, I said the first thing to come to mind!" I argue,

"Wonder why it is the first thing in your mind... oh wait probably because it's the truth!" he says. Oh great... "I can never look into a woman's eyes ever again.."

"When did you?" I mumble and he glares at me. I roll my eyes "Look-Would you stop!!" I throw his muffin into the sink,

"Hey I was eating that!" he exclaims,

"No you were picking on it! and it was driving me nuts!" I tell him,

"Funny you should mention nuts, apparently mine are too-"

"alright alright!!" I stop him "Look, I just wanted to hurt you so you would stop.." he looks at me and I sigh, giving in "would stop telling the truth."

"And what is that?" he coaxes,

I look at him for like five seconds and then sigh "that I came on to you." I admit,