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Chapter 46 - A new start

Mike and Julie leave us early the next morning, they both said that they have busy work days and will grab breakfast on the road. Mike says that he'll see Noah for work soon and Julie wraps me in a warm hug.

It's too early for my liking to properly get up so I head into the kitchen and climb up onto one of the counters and reach into the cupboard,
"What are you doing?" Noah asks looking up at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Getting food," I say reaching up into the cupboard and pulling out a packet of marshmallows.  

"Cuz that's what a normal breakfast consists of," he chuckles walking towards me.

"News flash!" I practically shout, "I'm not normal!"

I stick my tongue out and before I know it I'm being thrown over his shoulder, my butt in the air as I cling onto the marshmallows for dear life.

"I've never liked normal anyways," he chuckles, "back to bed?"

I slap his butt which is in my face and scream out in fits of laughter when I feel the palm of his hand connect with my own, "that was my original plan."

He carries me back up into the bedroom and throws me down onto the bed, I squeal when my back comes into contact with the sheets but quickly recover by pulling myself back up. He kicks his shoes off at the bottom and crawls his way up to join me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and placing his hand in the open bag of marshmallows.

"Hey!" I protest, "get your own darn breakfast!"

"Oh I did," he smirks, "I carried it upstairs on my shoulder."

Cheeky so and so!

"Plus who doesn't love a marshmallow?" He chuckles sticking another in his mouth.

I shake my head at him and hug the bag to my chest, these were mine and I was no longer willing to share with him. But he seems unhappy with this and so uses his fingertips to crawl up my arm and tickle me, I scream out my limbs flailing in all different directions. I hold onto the bag like my life depends on it, but somehow he manages to snatch it away from me and put it in the middle.

"We are sharing," he says continuing to tickle me.

"Okay okay," I squeal, "truce!"

He stops and reaches over to the bedside table, opening up the drawer and grabbing a TV remote. The screen flashes on and he begins to flick through the channels, eventually there is some action movie so we just keep that on. I lay back down, my head on his chest, his hand on my hip.

Slowly I begin to feel my body growing heavy, the main protagonist's voice grows distant as I feel completely numb to the world.

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*Noah's POV*

I wake up to an empty bed and the sound of silence, I groan as I stretch my arm out to the side hoping that she was just out of reach the first time, but the sheets on her side are cold.

Where is she? What could she be doing?

I turn back over and stare at the alarm clock on my bed side table, it reads 1:36pm. We slept straight through lunch. I sit up and instantly hear my stomach grumble, all the poor this has had today is a few marshmallows.
That's real healthy Noah, well done.

I go over to the wardrobe and grab a t-shirt, pulling the black fabric over my head. I then make my way to the other side of the house hoping to find my girl on the way.

I get half way down the glass corridor before I hear music playing. Demi Lovato, classic Lacey.

I tiptoe into the kitchen where I silently stand at the island and watch as she dances to 'body say' her back turned to me, giving me the perfect view of her swaying hips. I bite down on my lower lip as she continues to mix whatever she's got in the bowl that she's holding.