The Neighbors

Chapter 41

I wipe my hand in some of the mud on the side of the four wheeler and smile at Noah.

"What?" he asks me and I smirk.

He begins to back away but bumps into the four wheeler.

"Shea! don't you dare!" he laughs but its too late.

I rub my hand across the side of his face on his white t shirt.

"You're dead!" he says and with the blink of an eye I'm tossed over his shoulder like a child and he's running around the small meadow with me.

"Put me down!" I giggle, but would honestly be happy either way.

This day has been great and Noah has been incredible. We've been riding four wheelers all day and its almost eight now.

He set me down and smiles.

"You better kiss me," he says and I squeal when he grabs my head and presses his lips to mine. His mud covered cheeks touch mine and I try to wipe the mud away.

"Don't do that," he frowns.

"What?"

"Wipe the mud away, you look cute,' he says.

I kiss him again.

I pull away from the muddy kiss and tug on his hand to lead him to a boulder in the meadow.

We sit down and I hold his hand.

"You're so girly," he says and kisses me.

It's kind of ironic that he calls me girly when I'm covered in mud.

"Why do you say that?" I inquire.

"You took me out to a meadow at sunset," he says.

"I was trying to be romantic," I fake pout.

"It's alright, I love it," he says and kisses me.

"You do?" I ask.

"I'm with you, I'll love anything that has to do with you," he says, his face close or mine.

Those words send butterflies into my stomach.

I put my hand on the corner of his jaw and pull his lips to mine.

We start to make out. I start to wonder if he loves anything that has to do with me, does he love me? It's early on in the relationship, but I can't help but think about it. Do I love him back? is he even in love with me?

My definition of love is when you can't picture your life without another person or with anybody else in their place.

Could I live without Noah?

There was a time when I was in love with Zayn. I couldn't picture myself without him and it was definitely love. But I fell out of love. And now I have Noah. But am I in love with him.

"Look at the sky," Noah says after breaking our kiss, knocking me out of my thoughts.

The sky is in shades of orange and pink. It's beautiful.

"This is why I brought you out here," I say.

"You mushy dork," he says and presses a kiss to my nose.

"You wanna know something?" I ask.

"What?"

"That mud on your face is drying," I smirk.

"What are you going to do about that?" he asks me.

Before he can grab me I hop off of the boulder and run to the four wheeler. The mud is still wet and this on the sides and I scrape some off with my hand. He runs over and sweeps me off of my feet to spin me around. I rub my muddy hands into his back and hair.

"We better go back inside before your uncle Bobby locks us out," he says.

Uncle Bobby does go to sleep early.

We hop on the four wheeler and I drive us home.

Jared and my Mom are already in bed and uncle Bobby was waiting or us to come in.

Once we come in he kisses both of us goodnight and heads to his room.

I kiss Noah and let him go down to the basement where he is to sleep. I walk past my sleeping mom on the couch and find the bedroom with Jared.

Jared is asleep on one of the twin beds. I walk to the bathroom and use a wet rag to wash the mud off of my cheeks. I can hear the water running in the downstairs bathroom and I know that Noah is taking a shower.

I change into cotton shorts and a blue tank top for bed.

I lay down in bed and cuddle into the quilt. My stomach rumbles and I sigh. I missed dinner because I was out with Noah.

My phone buzzes.

Noah - are you hungry?

It's like he read my mind.

Me - hell yes

Noah - bring me food

Me - lazy ass. come and get it

Before he responds I hear quiet footsteps up the stairs.

I sneak out of the room and meet him in the kitchen.

"Hey," I say behind him and he turns around with a smile.

"Hey," he says.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks me.

"I want a ham sandwich," I say and pick up the loaf of bread.

"That sounds good to me," he smiles and opens the fridge.

He get out the fixings and sets them on the counter.

I build up our sandwiches and cut them in halves.

"Cheers," he says.

"To what?"

"To uncle bobby," he says and clinks sandwiches with me.

I giggle and take a bite of mine.

We eat and laugh.

It was a short night, and I didn't even sleep with Noah, but it was one of the best nights I've had in my whole life. The whole night was very happy and had zero stressful thoughts. It was filled purely with fun.

((A/n I know, this chapter is a little awk. sort of a filler. sort of not. #yolo))