Greaser Lovin' (Outsiders FF)

Goofin' around

**Author's Note!

Hey guys! I finally updated! It's been a pretty shitty summer for me, for a lot of reasons. All of which I will list now:

1. Work

2. I got Typhoid Fever and need to take shots to the butt to get better

3. My dad got in the hospital

4. My boyfriend almost passed out at his scrimmage

5. My mom had surgury

6. I was phone less for a whole week

But anyways! 

I have exciting news!! 

1. I'm getting back into writing!

2. I will be publishing my very own book this year! (hopefully)

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-Cyndy XOXO

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"Noah! Give it back!"

"Nah ah ah, use your manners, princess" he said. I kept on reaching for wallet, but since Noah was taller than me, I couldn't quite get a grip on it.

"Noah! I'm seriously going to hurt you!" I tried jumping for it again, but he moved it out of my reach.

"Now, is that any way to ask someone for something?" He smirked at me, and I couldn't help but want to choke him to death. I gave him the nastiest glare I could manage, but it didn't seem to affect him one bit. "You know, you look cute when you're mad" he said.

"Oh yea? Well I'm about to get real fucking adorable!" He laughed a deep laugh and handed me my wallet.

"Calm down, I was just having a little bit of fun" he laughed. I put my wallet away in one of the drawers in the hallway, before going back over to Noah.

"Now it's my turn to have fun" I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. Noah stood in front of me with his muscular arms crossed over his chest.

"How do you plan on doing that?" I glanced around the room, before spotting a magazine on the coffee table. Perfect. I grabbed it and rolled it up. Noah was watching me the whole time. "You don't plan on hitting me with that, now do ya?"

"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't" I replied, holding the rolled up newspaper tightly in my hand, ready to whack him. He stared me straight in the eyes, as if waiting for me to just hit him already. And I did. I swung at him, but he managed to dodge it. 

I kept swinging at him, but he would move out of the way. Our laughs filled the air around us, and I found myself enjoying this.

I was about to hit him, when he grabbed the magazine. He held onto it, but wouldn't pull. He gave me that look that said "Oh yea, I'm so getting you back". Suddenly, he pulled the magazine, sending me flying into his chest. I looked up at him; he was smirking down at me, and wrapped his arms around my small body. Next thing I know, his fingers were tickling my sides.