Noah Schnapp - Will's Love Interest

Chapter Twentytwo- "At least you aren't kissing someone ugly."

The Next day in CARLEY'S POV

"I have to go now Will." I told "Will".

"Is there no other way?" "Will" asked frantically.

"No." "Eleven" told him.

"Are you sure?" "Will" asked again.

"Will! If there was another way, don't you think we would choose it?" "Mike" said putting his hands through his hair in frustration.

"CUT!" The director yelled across the set.

Nerves started to really settle in. On the next scene Noah and I would... kiss. It was my first kiss. I don't know how I could handle it.

I had to excuse myself to the restroom to calm myself down. I looked in the mirror. My face flushed red and for a second I thought I could actually see my heart beat out of my chest.

Millie and Sadie walked in.

"Whatever y'all are about to say, don't say it." I told them gripping the sides of the sink, harshly.

"Carley, it's okay." Sadie said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Millie pulled out her phone and looked, "10:17."

Dang it. Lunch break is out of the question.

I stood there for a second, finally getting my breathing under control.

"Carley, Noah wants to talk to you before the... scene." Sadie said in a gentle voice.

"Do we have to?" I asked.

"If I were you, I would." Millie told me.

I pushed myself off the sink and walked out of the restrooms. I scanned the set and my eyes landed on my target. Noah.

I walked up to him, but he wasn't facing me. He was talking to Finn and Gaten. Finn and Gaten noticed me and their eyebrows shot up in shock.

Before Noah could turn around, I grabbed him by the arm and immediately started pulling him with me. As we walked to the janitor's closet, I turned around to see Noah's reaction. He seemed unfazed.

I shoved him in the small room and walked in myself, pushing the door closed with my foot. I leaned up against the door and crossed my arms.

Noah looked at me with that cute smile of his. No, stop Carley, you are mad at him. Wait, why am I mad at him?

"What did I do?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in concern, after a long period of silence.

"You know what you did." I told him, trying to conjure up something I could be mad at him about.

"I'm so sorry, I honestly don't." He told me, taking a step closer.

I looked down at my feet, "You didn't do anything, sorry." I told him.

"Is this about the scene?" He asked and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up.

"Maybe." I told him.

"Listen, if you don't want to do it, I will go to the Duffer brothers and tell them that I'm pretty sure I have mono or the flu!" He told me.

"No! The thing is, I want to do the scene." I told him, eyes still on my feet.

"You do?" He asked and I could here the happiness in his voice.

"Yes." I said looking up at him.