comfort {complete}

36

"Really?"

Noah is scowling down at Lois's closed eyes, his gaze shifting to mine and softening slightly. I shrug and take a sip of my soda.

"As you know, my shoulder is very comfortable," I inform him, silently enjoying the subtle tinge to his cheeks as he runs a hand through his hair.

"You're seventeen, right?" When I nod, he continues with, "Mmm, I'm twenty."

"I know."

"Yeah."

I glance at his shoes—black Toms-looking things—and then at my flip-flops. When I look back at him, his pensive expression is gone and he just looks exasperated.

"Lois," he enthuses, leaning down to be closer to her ears. "Wake up."

"Ugh, get out of my face, loser," she grumbles, grabbing the bottle from me and tipping it back. "Wow, Steph, way to hog the rest of it."

"It's payment for letting you sleep on my shoulder," I reply, shrugging. "Anywho, up and at 'em!"

"I hate you."

I smile at her and stand, rising on my tiptoes and draping an arm around Noah's shoulders before I can think too hard about it. He leans into me a little, just barely letting his cheek graze my hair, then nods to his car.

"Shall we?"

a/n: is it bad to ship your own characters because shipshipshipshipship