You And Me

Chapter 7

The blizzard stopped with three days and they let us go home. It's May now and it doesn't snow.

I'm letting everyone study for finals and I'm helping with what I can.

They start Monday, and then there's prom, and then we have the rest of the year to do nothing.

Noah is helping, too.

"I want a tattoo." Franki says. He's a guy. "Ms. Oates, you seem like the tattoo kind of girl. Do you have a tattoo?"
"No. Mr. Ross does." I say.

"Oh what? Butterflies?"

"Hey!" Noah says. I start laughing. "It's not funny!"

"Yes it is." I snicker. "No, his tattoo is of my name." I walk up to Noah and pull his shirt up.

"Wow."

"Yeah, he's a total sap." I laugh.
"I am not."

"Yes you are."

"I really want to hear you sing." Kaitlyn says.

"I've only heard him sing once." I admit. "I'll let you guys see. It was from when he proposed."

I pull my phone out and put it under the overhead. I turn it on and go to my videos.

"Wait!" Abby calls. "Click on the one where you're on the couch and the camera is pointed at you."
"Oh, no, I haven't shown you that one yet." Noah laughs. "Play it."

I click on it and press play.

Noah is sitting on the couch in shorts and I'm across from him in yoga pants and a t-shirt. I yawn, scrolling through my phone.

He snickers. I look up at him.

"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Oh, just chilling." he says. I smack his leg with my foot.

"Owww!" he says. I roll my eyes and go back to my phone, muttering under my breath in French. "Bitch." he says.

I gasp and lunge at him. The camera shuts off.

I laugh. "I totally won that wresting match.

"I let you win." he says. "Oh my gosh, look at this one!" he points to the one where I'm asleep.

"I haven't seen this one."
"Guys, this is why we couldn't get her to wake p the third day during that blizzard." Noah laughs. I play it.

Noah's voice comes over the video.
"This is how hard is it to wake my girl." he walks over to me. I'm asleep on the couch.

He walks over and sets the camera up on the coffee table. He's wearing basketball shorts and he doesn't have a shirt on.

He leans over the back of the couch and extends his arm to wake me up.

"Don't touch me. I'm awake."

"You have to get up.

I start muttering in French.
"Anna. Anna. Love, I don't know French."

"I don't like when you come over because you always try to wake me up!" I snap. "Go home."

"I brought you food." he smiles.

I peek out of the blankets.
"Oh?"

"Will you get up now?"

I sit up.

"Gosh." I frown. "I'm so mean to you." I mumble.

He shrugs.

"I'm so mean. I feel horrible."