Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 26

~~ I just want to say that 'Na Goes' Means;No, in Welsh! Not that I'm very good but I learnt what no is after... uh... I think it's fourteen years... it might be less or more! ~~

CHAPTER 26

“Up.”

“No.”

“Up!”

“No,” I whined, snuggling my face further into the pillow.

“Up, now.”

“I said no; it means no, negative… na goes!”

“I don’t care; up!”

“Noah; it’s a Thursday morning, it’s a Thursday morning in the holidays. You are supposed to stay in bed until normal people refer to it as the afternoon. Let me act like an average teenager!”

“You’re never going to be average. You’re too freaky,” I could feel the quilt being tugged slightly. “So; NO!” my sheets were stripped from me and the warm Californian wind swept over my body. Although the wind was warm it was still nothing to what my quilt had been and I found myself shivering.

“Noah, please.”

“Come on, Jodi,” the bed dipped. Turning my head I found Noah stretched out on my bed, head on pillow and quilt in hand. Forgetting the quilt I snuggled up to Noah, trying to steal some of his warmth. “You know, there is always one way I could get you up.”

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. A smirk played at his lips as his arm wrapped around my neck and his fingers brushed along my cheek.

“Yeah,” he breathed into my ear before pulling away. “I could chuck you in the shower – but Danny’s in there at the moment…”

“That’s a shame,” I deadpanned.

“Yeah, but then I was thinking; there’s always the pool.”

“Oh no,” I sighed.

He nodded enthusiastically and then in a goofy – almost clownish – voice exclaimed; “Oh yes.”

Sighing, I pulled away from Noah and started getting up. “I’m going to start getting ready then for whatever you have planned.”

“You don’t need a shower, get a swim suit on and throw some clothes on,” he smiled happily. He threw the quilt over his head, telling me he was done with conversation and was waiting for me to get ready.

“You could at least tell me where we’re going,” I protested, crossing my arms over my chest.

Noah threw the sheets off of him and sat up with a big grin on his face. Smiling happily he said; “The beach!”

~~~

“I love your car,” I whispered, running my hand along the smooth surface of the car that looked like it came straight out of Grease.

“Thought you would,” he grinned, patting the side of the car affectionately as we pulled onto the motorway.

“No,” I stressed, petting the car more. “I love your car!” I sighed and placed my cheek against the sill made by the window vanishing into the door. “It’s like a Katy Perry car.”

“What?” Noah asked, his confused stare snapping to me before going back to the road. Smiling, I watched him intently as the wind rushed through his sun streaked hair. His beautiful chocolate eyes were sadly covered by a pair of black Ray Bands and his perfect lips were pulled into a breath taking smile; he was what anyone would call perfection. “What are you thinking, Miss Thomlinson?” he asked, turning to look at me again.