The Final One

1

"You can kill me if you want. We are still eating gnocchi tonight."

Noah had his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. A shopping basket hanging of his arm and two different brands of olives in each of his hands as he tried to determine which of them would be the best for a pasta dish or a magical deadly poison.

He ignored the annoying warlock bickering on the other side of the phone and let out a deep sign. Yusei was such a menace sometimes. Well... all the time.
"I honestly don't care. Hey, what was that brand of olives that you use again? And are they green or ... black?"
Why on earth did so many different kinds of olives even exist. Noah hated all of them equally. He found them disgusting. Yusei said he was a terribly picky eater but he also never told him he couldn't be picky. So he was going to be picky.

Noah signed as he listened to the tirade on the phone and decided he had enough, he planted one jar in the basket and put the other back before grabbing his phone with his free hand.
"I'm just taking one. I hate you. See you in twenty minutes." He shot in the phone and hung up before he could hear the answer. It would probably be something of an insult.

Noah walked through the rest of the aisle looking for all the other things they needed. He tried to ignore the looks the locals shot him. He knew new people stood out in a small little town like this one. Especially since his... roommate wasn't a very subtle person. They just moved here two days ago. Into a large, supposedly haunted house. He could just feel the eyes drilling in his back and he could practically hear the lady behind the counter gossip about him.
He added more cookies than necessary to the basket and decided he had enough.

He turned to go pay and leave the store but couldn't set more than one step before he slammed face first into a wall.
Great. Just... great.
He lost the grip on his phone and it tumbled to the ground only to break with an earth shattering crack that broke a sad sound out of him.
"I am so sorry." A voice said.

So... not a wall.
Noah had to crane his neck to look up to the guy. Who was looking at him intensely. He looked around his own age, perhaps, he didn't know how old he was.
He was tall, with a sun toned skin and dirty blond hair. He looked like a lost surfer boy and a jock at the same time. And when Noah met his bright blue eyes the world stopped spinning.

They flashed amber and Noah felt as if he fell face first on the ground.

"I wasn't looking." Noah mumbled. He picked up the phone and deemed it deceased before stuffing it in his pocket. Yusei could buy a new one for him.
"What's your name?"
"I will be more careful next time." Noah told him as he moved passed him.
"I'm Xander."
"Okay bye Xander." He said before dumping his basket near the check out lady who looked at him startled. She glanced to Xander who he could sense was still standing in the middle of the aisle looking at him, before she began checking out.

"New here?" Xander asked.
"Yep. I'd also like a sling of cigarettes, please." She blinked a couple of time like that was the weirdest request anyone had ever made in her life.
"Sure, which one?"
"Red." He pointed at his favorite brand and she added a ten pack to the pile.
"Are you the one who moved in to that haunted place?" Xander asked trying to make a form of civil conversation.
"I am."
"Well if you need a guide, I hold myself recommended."
Noah send him a curt smile.
"Thanks I guess."
He quickly paid using the black creditcard that belonged to Yusei and loaded all the stuff up in his backpack.

"I'll see you around." Xander said with a sly smile.
He was the kind of guy anyone would want to date. An easy going personality and a handsome face. The perfect combination. Noah just nodded a couple of time.
He was sure that he would.

He left the store and walked up the most obnoxious looking car in the parking lot.

Noah didn't know if all warlocks had terrible taste. But Yusei sure had. His idea of a fancy car was this neon green monster that roared to life loud enough to make the group of local teens hanging in front of the store look at him with their mouths agape.