The sun kisses my skin as I sit on the porch, mug of tea in hand the smell of bacon wafting through the sliding door into the honeysuckle breeze.
"Hey lil momma, how you doing?" Noah asks taking a seat opposite me sliding over a plate of bacon and eggs like a peaceful offering.
"Mmm, good. Tired but good." I smile honestly.
The table conversation is almost forgotten, the awkward tension washed away. The brutal jokes are back, no more uncomfortable dancing around each other. We're back to the familiar rhythm of us, unfiltered and uncomplicated.
"You look cozy." He smiles lazily watching me as the words settle between us.
"I feel it." I smile back as he swipes a piece of bacon off the plate. "And you look like you stole my breakfast." I wink making Noah's cheeks flush red.
"I can't believe my girl just accused me of theft. That's wild." He gasps dramatically. "It's not even nine a.m yet Mar."
"Sheesh." I tut grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate. It's salty and crunchy, exactly how I like it but it's not hitting the way it usually does.
"What's wrong?" Noah asks and I shake my head. "You scrunched your nose. At bacon. Somethings wrong."
"Y'know what I'd fucking love to eat right now."
"Oh god, not this again." Noah chuckles his focus purely on me.
"Ay, forget it." I roll my eyes taking another bite.
"No enlighten me baby girl. What would you love to eat right now?" He grins resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
"A blueberry muffin with peanut butter would fucking slap right now." I say my voice quiet only making Noah laugh even louder.
"Oh yeah, there it is. The lil momma cravings." He replies a smile still firmly painted on his face.
"I just really fancy it right now. I don't think they're cravings." I reply even though I know fine well they're cravings, I just refuse to admit it.
"Like how last night you really fancied pickles and sour patch kids but only the watermelon ones so I took myself to Walmart on a mission because what did you say?"
"... I don't remember..." I lie refusing to meet his gaze.
He laughs so bright and freely running his hands through his hair trying to compose himself.
"I believe that you said, "If I don't get the watermelon ones Noah, I will actually fucking die." He mocks in a fake British accent which is a poor attempt of my own.
"Right, firstly I don't sound like that." I scold rolling my eyes. "Secondly I was hormonal and hungry. No one wants those things together."
"You were adorable. Terrifying as fuck but adorable."
"Terrifying?" I ask squinting my eyes at him.
"You threatened to leave me over sour patch kids." He laughs and I can feel a smile tug on my own lips.
"I would never."
"Still put the fear of god into me. I stood in the candy aisle looking for those watermelon things for fifteen minutes. At least."
"You're just the best." I praise meaning every word.
"Hmph. So, cravings?" He tilts his head his grin growing wider.
"Not cravings. I would just quite like a blueberry muffin with some peanut butter right now. That's normal." I insist making Noah shake his head in reply.
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Just Pretend
FanfictionMargo Brown, twenty five year old writer is desperate to pave her own path and to get out of her small town. A month before she is due to put down new roots in a new city her best friend Cassidy invites her along to a concert playing it off as Marg...
