The Player And His Game

Chapter Two: Late Night Movies

Chapter Two: Late Night Movies

Frikin hate this movie so much.

I shut my laptop closed and wiped away my tears.

This movie got me every damn time. I had just finished watching Hachiko at one in the morning. Thank the Lord that today was a Sunday because if it wasn't I would be so regretting being up this late when I would be having school the morning after.

My tummy grumbled and I frowned. I was hungry but was too damn tired to get up and grab a snack downstairs.

After debating with myself, here I was, tiptoeing down the hall towards the stairs that lead to the kitchen.

It was weird to hear no noise coming from Patrick's room because Jake and Noah are here, having a sleep over. They usually would be awake at this time but I guess that they were tired from their wakeboarding trip today.

Am I the only one who thinks that I have to be quiet when doing stuff this late? I find it weird but it's an instict for me to possibly make no sound.

The kitchen was dimly lit and my feet quietly brought me to the fridge. I opened it and grabbed a tupperware that contained some left over chicken salad with my favorites, walnuts and grapes.

I stood on my tippy toes and took a long glass from the cupboard and filled it with Markus' delicious kiwi smoothie.

"Boo."

I literally jumped ten feet in the air and let out a yelp.

"Holy mother of cheesecakes!" I yell at the person who had just scared the living crap out of me.

I cross my arms and stare at Noah, he was doubled over, clutching his stomach, not being able to contain his laughter.

"Shut up! It's 1am in the morning!" I hiss at him.

"You should've seen your own reaction." He says, calming down a bit.

I just stand there, waiting for him to finish his laughing fit. He finally let out a long exhale and grinned at me. He looked so cute with those crinkles in his eyes and dimples on his cheeks. Wait, what?

Noah was still grinning at me but then a frown appeared on his face as he started to study my face. I then, felt insecure.

I looked away and grabbed the tupperware and my glass.

"Hey, you okay?" Noah asks softly.

I turned around and cocked an eyebrow "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes." He murmured.

"Oh." I whisper, tucking some hair behind my ear. "It was just a movie, Noah." I smiled up at him.

It was actually weird to hear that from Noah. He seemed geniunely concered.

"Oh God. Those sappy chick flicks?" He asked, a little disgust lingering in his voice.

"It wasn't a chick flick. It was about a dog." I frowned at him.

"A dog? And it made you cry?" He said, filling a glass with water.

"He died and it was so sad." I pouted, remembering Hachi, waiting for nine years straight, dying and all. Poor dog.

"That's so wierd. How can you cry over a dead dog?"

I gasped "You have to see it for yourself and I bet that you would cry too." I pointed at him.

"Is that a bet, princess?" Noah cocked and eyebrow and smirked at me.