Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Thirteen; Snakes

My favorite Chinese food was General sows or Sweet&sour chicken. I honestly couldn't decide between the two, but when I had to make a decision in less than 10 minutes I finally settled with the finger food.

Noah ordered the same thing, which made me more than happy. It made me excited that we had so much in common, although I know that probably wouldn't matter much.

We sat down at the picnic table. The same picnic table that Noah took me to that one night, except today it was light out. It looked really different in the daylight, the lake looked bigger and the trees looked larger.  I could hear frogs croaking from all directions and the birds chirping from the tree tops. It felt so comfortable, and almost like home.  

Noah sat across from me with brilliant dimples, His eyes lit up as we ate our Chinese food. He was wearing a white shirt again, and I decided that white made him look gorgeous. Butterflies started to fly in my stomach wildly, they felt like they were trying to get away from me. I couldn't help the way I felt around Noah, He made me feel some type of way.  That's when I came to a conclusion;

             I liked Noah.

I didn't really understand if I really really liked Noah or if the liking stage was almost there.   I couldn't tell, all I knew was he made me feel whole. He made me forget about the divorce back at home and Carson. He made me smile wider than ever before and he made my heart beat quicker than when I run the mile. I couldn't understand what Noah was doing to me - He wasn't even aware of his power.

"I have a question" I said confidently. He glanced up from his food to look into my eyes, he let out a short laugh.

"Ask away" He said while taking a bite of his chicken. I don't know what made me ask, but I considered it shocking that he didn't drink.

          "Why don't you drink?" I asked. I rested my head on my palm, and admired his perfect face. His lips curled up in a amused smile as he looked at me calmly, his eyes glistened in the sunlight.

            "Same reason you don't" He said.   He chuckled and continued as he saw my amused expression. "I don't drink because I don't like the idea of not having control of myself"  He said. His reply warmed my heart instantly like I was holding a cup of hot coffee. I admired him again, Noah made me melt like I was the wicked witch of the west.   I guess I should've said something else, but all that came from my mouth was one word.

                "Wow" I said in awe. I ran my fingertips across the old picnic table that felt scratchy, but at the moment I wasn't even aware of the rough surface. All that was running though my mind was the perfect soul in front of me.   He smiled at me, and we sat there for a while - Just staring with smiles and dimples. He was clouding my mind slowly, but surely.

           "Do you think Dusty will be okay?" I asked, my voice worried. I couldn't help but ask myself that question over and over again, I just needed to make sure that she would be okay. Noah glanced towards me, his lips were in a straight line.

             "Yeah, She'll be fine. She just drank too much" He said with a slight roll of his eyes. A small smile was carved onto my lips at the sound of his words. I instantly felt calm again like I was relaxing on the beach, but really I was just sitting on a picnic table by the hottest man alive.   "Look, you really shouldn't worry about it. What you should really worry about is that spider on your shoulder" Noah said. His lips turning up in amusement. 

At first I didn't register what he said, maybe because I was too focused on his lips as he talked or his muscles that were constructively hidden under his short sleeves. What ever it was - It distracted me. That is until that one word left his mouth - Spider.