At Least A Million More

Chapter 8

(Oliver)

Maybe next time I kiss Noah and it gets as heated as it did, I should close and lock the door so no one interrupts. Stupid Trent.

"And I need you two to use protection in case you ever do that sort of thing again." Noah's mom finished.

"Moooomm!" Noah groans, glaring at me. I smile and wink at him.

"Now go have fun!' She exclaims, clapping her hands. She stops and looks at me seriously while pointing. "Not too much fun."

"Mom!" Noah yells, dropping his head on the table. She smiles and grabs her purse.

"I'm off to work! Be good boys!" She says, kissing us on the cheek before rushing out of the house. I wriggle my eyebrows at Noah and his half naked body. Yes, I stripped him down to his underwear.

"None of that!" Trent exclaims, pushing my head away from Noah.

"Hey Noah, can you come with me to my house?" I ask, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He groans and looks away. Yes! It worked! I knew watching my sister would pay off!

"Lemme get dressed." He says, pushing away from the table and going to his room. I follow him, skipping the whole way.

"Ready?" I ask as he pulls sweats over his boxers. I grab his hand and pull him out of the house, not giving him time to grab a shirt.

"Really? You let me grab my hat but you don't let me get a shirt?" He chuckles as I sit down on my bike, handing him a helmet. "No! Oliver I'm not riding on this thing again!"

"C'mon Noah, it's fine." I say, shoving the helmet on his head before putting mine on.

"Maybe it wasn't a good idea for you to walk out of my house in your underwear." Noah says, climbing onto my bike.

"Why?" I ask as I turn it on. He points across the street at a sixteen year old girl, just standing there with her mouth open.

"That's why!" He yells before I take off. I chuckle as he clings to me tightly. I like this feeling. Of him being mine. He only feels that way when Bree isn't around.

Bree. I feel like she's hiding something from Noah. I don't know what it is, but I'm going to find out before it hurts Noah. "Is this your house?

"He asks when I stop in front of an old Victorian house. I chuckle.

"No, the one across the street is." Noah looks over and gasps. C'mon! It's not that big is it? It's a four story house with a iron gate around its 50 acres. I know, such a big house for a family of five. . . Yeah I have a nineteen year old brother.

"Dude! How can you act like your house is nothing?! How many cars do you have?!" Noah exclaims, climbing off my bike and running up to the gate. One of the security guards ran up and pushed him away. I chuckle and walk up behind Noah.

"I've lived here my whole life, of course I'm going to act like its nothing. And three. My motorcycle, that lime green Lamborghini over there, and that 2012 Volvo over there." I laugh, motioning for the guard to open the gates. He gawks at my almost nakedness before opening the gate. I smile at him and pull Noah all the way to the house.

"I love your house." Noah breathes once I close the front door behind us.

"Better than Cassie's?" I smirk, crossing my arms.

"I've never been to Cassie's, she always comes to mine." He says slowly, before turning to me with his eyebrows furrowed. "You've been to Cassie's?"

"I- uh, not exactly. Well- it's like- yes." I stammer, walking into the living room.

"Why?" Noah asks, hurt and jealousy in his voice.