Noam Dar #31

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The two of us walked through the door, Noam carrying all my shopping bags, dropping them at the front door. I slid my shoes off, looking at him with a smirk, then ran off upstairs. "Babe! Where are you going?"

I ran off down the corridor, heading into the spare room. "I'm hiding, come find me." Just before I shut the door back up I could hear him groan, tired of playing my silly games.

I ran into the massive cupboard, digging through into the back corner and curling up into a ball. His steps up the stairs echoed up the top floor, the doors around the house all opening and closing.

The door to the room I was hiding in finally opened. "You've got to be in here, you're nowhere else." All I wanted to do was laugh, bringing my legs up close to my chin.

I could hear him moving around, squealing a little when the cupboard door opened. I held my breath hoping he wouldn't notice me, until a hand reached in and grabbed my foot. "No!" I screamed, feeling my body slide out of the cupboard.

"I could see your foot you loser," Noam told me, picking me up and carrying me around, tossing me onto the bed then laying beside me. "You really need to find some better spots."

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