Rainbow Stripes

four

Noah was a godsend.

With her low patience, she knew it would've taken a hell lot of self-control for her to get the project done. 

But thankfully, Noah found a solution to her problem. 

Saturday afternoon, Noah entered her house, uber-excited, and demanded to use her laptop.

"Woah, hey," she said, grabbing a bubbling Noah by his shoulders. "What's the rush?"

"Just go get it. I've figured out what to do. " He pressed. When Emma raised an eyebrow, he quickly added, "Please."

Emma quickly ran up, got her laptop, and ran back down, throwing it into Noah's lap.

Emma had slept in and was making breakfast when he had shown up. Now she was eating her breakfast; peanut butter sandwiches, next to Noah who was furiously typing. Thank God she didn't make herself eggs; how could she live through the embarrassment of having egg-breath?

"Woah there, roadrunner," Emma said in between bites, "don't break my laptop typing."

"I can't find the video..." he muttered. "Aha! Found it!"

"Yay," Emma said, unenthused. Noah threw her an unappreciative look.

Soon, the duo were watching videos on Youtube on structure stability and after an hour, Emma felt as if the black clouds in her head had finally cleared and now her mind was a clear sky.

They went on to work on the project. They fixed the part of the circuit that had fallen apart on Noah's last visit in half an hour, and then they set on to reinforce the already constructed parts.  

After four hours, the pair threw themselves on the couch in the living room, absolutely exhausted. They might not have started creating the next parts, but at least the ones that had already been created were absolutely stable. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

"Noah, I swear to God I could kiss you right now," Emma sighed as soon as she plopped herself on the couch.

Noah's eyes were as wide as Galleons as he registered her words, and Emma guffawed when she saw his reaction.

"Just kidding," she teased. Noah blushed. 

"You want dinner? I'm starving. I ordered pizza, it should be here about -" She was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, "now."

She got off the sofa and paid for the pizza. Noah and Emma took half of the pizza each. Before anyone could tell, the two of them had devoured their meal, and were now lying on their backs in the living room.

Emma was laughing at something Noah had said when he got a call. Groaning, he answered. 

"Yeah?" Noah quickly began to sport a frown. "I'm coming, you dumbass, stay put." With that, he angrily cut the call.

"Everything okay?" Emma asked. 

"Harry's drunk at Ross' party." Noah answered, combing his hair with his fingers, his frustration evident. 

"Already? It's barely eight o' clock." 

"He's an idiot, I know." 

"You got that right." She muttered to herself. "I'll come with you."

Noah shook his head. "No, no it's okay, this isn't the first time."

"I don't doubt it, with his track record." Emma responded. "But you could use the help." 

Noah refused again, but Emma didn't budge. 

Five minutes later, Emma was buckling the seat belt on the shotgun seat in Noah's car.