Chapter 6: Moods & Feelings
"WHAT the hell was that?!" Luke exclaimed when they got into his car.
"Uuuuuuh," she wanted to say something but she'd ran out of lies. "Amanda's not home and I don't have my key."
"Noelle," Luke gave her a pointed stare.
She turned her head to look at him. "What?" She gnawed on her bottom lip.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing," she shook her head. "Let's go to the beach again, please,"
"I thought you wanted to--,"
"Yeah, yeah, you thought."
Stop overthinking this, everything's fine, her small devilish friend appeared on her left side.
No, what are you doing? Go back and let him see, the angel popped on her right shoulder.
"See what?" She rolled her eyes as she looked through the window.
"Did you say something?" Luke asked. This girl was starting to get creepy.
"No!" She spoke too fast. "I didn't say anything," she let out a nervous laugh.
You should just keep him to yourself, the angel—Noelle decided to name her Rosie— shrugged, playing the small harp she had in her hands.
"No!" Noelle said, not keen on this whole idea.
Luke turned his head to look at her, his eyes wide. Noelle gave him a goofy smile, fishing out her phone from her black ripped jeans.
Noelle: WILL YOU STOP MAKING OUT WITH FREAKING JAKE
Noelle: I COULD PRACTIALLY HEAR YOU FROM THE OUTSIDE OF THE APARTMENT
Noelle: LUKE WAS THERE
"Who're you texting?" Luke asked when they came to a stop in the beach parking lot.
Noelle figured it was her furious typing—or either she forgot to mute her phone— that made him ask that.
"My boyfriend," she blurted.
Good girl, the so-called devil—whom she had decided to name Sam— cheered.
What are you getting yourself into? Rosie asked, making a dramatic sound with her harp.
Oh, bugger off, Noelle replied. This time she made sure it was in her head, of course.
"That must explain why you were so furious," he chuckled.
Noelle drew in a sharp breath and Luke mimicked the face she was making. His head was thrown back, his lips pursed, dimples popping and his eyeballs were practically so wide they could've popped out any second.
She just laughed, telling him to stop.
"I love the beach at night," Luke said, when after they got out of the car and sat on the beach.
Noelle smiled, looking at the sky. "Yeah, me too. I used to come here when I had fights with my–," she stopped herself from blurting out things that didn't concern Luke in any way.
"With who?" Luke had to ask. "You can't just stop after you made me curious!"
Noelle sighed, leaning her head on the sand. (She knew her hair would get messy and full of dirt, but she didn't care now that her mood had changed.)
"It's nothing, you wouldn't care, Luke," she told him, truthfully because whenever she spoke about her problems, it sounded like she was complaining and she didn't want to concern other people with her own problems.
