Kate declared not so subtly that she would be going to the bathroom and leaving Ella and Noah to work out their "painstakingly obvious sexual tension".
Ella glared at her.
Noah gently blushed.
The rosy tint slowly rose. Blooming across his face.
Ella stared transfixed. Her usual smirk residing somewhere far far away.
Feeling bold due to his reaction she reached across the table for his hand. He had beautiful hands. A certain elegance about them but they held an energy too. Spirit,
So perhaps it was inevitable that the startled Noah knocked over a salt shaker.
Letting out a nervous laugh Ella quickly drew back her hand.
"Don't" he said looking at her directly. Assuredly.
And then in contrast the words "I like you" were blurted out. They flew from his lips as if he could hardly contain them.
Ella sighed and said "But you hardly know me" with a sense of finality. "Maybe you think I'm cute, maybe you like the idea of me or maybe you like the person you think I could be."
Looking at her directly Noah replied "I don't say things unless I mean them. Perhaps all of that might be true but that doesn't begin to encompass what I think of you" Noah said the last phrase with clarity and precision. "I'd like to get to know you."
Ella considered for a moment and then "Fine. Call me."
"I don't have your number"
"You're practically gagging for it" she teased.
"Aren't you so sweet to me?"
"Here" she scrawled her number in a loopy hand upon a napkin "and don't be a dick and wait an obscenely long time to call me"
"Oh I wouldn't dare dream of it."
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Dedicated to justthugs you darling for leaving ridiculous comments & being supportive.
Also mega love for eexitcfinn for the cover <3
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Ass(ets)
General FictionIn which two (and sometimes three) teens reflect upon why love sometimes, and actually, really sucks.
