Noah Sebastian//one shots

Best Friends Brother

As people shuffled from one table to the next I sat at our usual spot, at our favorite lunch spot in town, my heart racing as I glimpsed at the love of my life, Noah Sebastian Davis striding over with effortless confidence, his inked arms moving in rhythm with his laughter. His hair falling around his dark eyes, and every time he flashed that charming smile, it left me breathless. "Hey, Kitty" he called out, his voice teasing, as he ruffled my hair.

I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the fluttering in my stomach. To everyone else, it might seem like just a nickname. But to me, it felt like a secret between us, a small bond forged in the teasing that had become routine. "Don't call me that," I whined, patting down my hair trying to keep my tone flat, but I could feel the corners of my mouth betraying me, threatening to break into a smile.

"Aw, come on!" Noah leaned against the table, his tattoos on display like a gallery of artistry. "It's cute." "Not cute. Annoying," I shot back, although I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I didn't know how to explain to him that every time he called me "Kitty," my heart raced, my panties dampened and I felt everything shift into a different dimension. My twin brother Tyler, seated across from me, smirked knowingly.

"He's just messing with you, Katy. You know how he is." "Yeah, well tell him to pick on someone his own size!" I snapped, though my tone was lighthearted. Noah laughed, a rich, deep sound that made the corners of my stomach flutter. "But you're the funnest target!" He poked a fork into my plate playfully, stealing a piece of my lunch. "And admit it, you love the attention.

"Ha yeah..," I muttered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, I loved this attention too much. It was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. I watched as Noah leaned over the table, a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly enjoying our playful banter. "See?" he said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Admitting it is the first step. Next, we'll work on accepting it."

Before I could retort, he waggled his eyebrows in that infuriatingly adorable way of his, and I felt heat bloom in my cheeks again. I couldn't help it – he was beautiful, all sharp angles and easy laughter, covered in stories told through ink. Tyler asked for the check, signaling that he's ready to get the hell out of here, Noah stood up and shared a knowing glance with me. "we're rehearsing tomorrow at my place, you should come with Ty.

I'll show you some new songs we've been working on, I need more opinions."My heart did a little jump. I had been to his rehearsals with Tyler before, where the music pulsed through me, and the electric energy of the band's passion radiating off him. I loved watching him lose himself in the music, his eyes lighting up as he sang. "Yeah, maybe," I said noncommittally, though the flutter in my chest made me want to say yes immediately.

Noah looked at me long enough that I felt my heart race again. "Come on. It'll be fun." "Fine!" I threw my hands up, relenting. "I'll come, but only if you promise not to call me 'Kitty' the entire time." He laughed, shaking his head. "Not happening, kitty." As he walked over to the front counter with Tyler, I couldn't shake the hopeful feeling blooming inside me. Noah was my brother's best friend, and there were boundaries I probably shouldn't cross, yet this connection between us felt electric and alive.

I reclined on my bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone It was a quiet, typical evening at home for me. The sunlight poured through the half-closed curtains, casting a gentle glow on the pale pink walls of my room. The day had been uneventful, and I found myself daydreaming much more than scrolling through social media posts. Suddenly, I heard two deep, familiar voices yelling from downstairs, their laughter piercing through the tranquility of my sanctuary.

Curiosity turned my laziness into movement; I dropped my phone down to my chest, my heartbeat quickening. What on earth was happening? Before I had the chance to investigate, my bedroom door swung open, swinging nearly off its hinges. I let out a startled shriek. Standing in the doorway were Tyler and Noah, the two most chaotic forces in my life. Tyler's expressive face was full of mischief, and Noah—gorgeous, tattooed Noah—grinned widely, the corners of his lips curling up as if he had a secret that only I could unveil.