Waiting Game

20 Questions

Rosalie

Ding Dong! There goes the doorbell, the first time. I groaned and forced myself to look up from the enticing pages of The Things They Carried, shifting from the enticing story-truth reality of Tim O' Brien to the everyday reality of my plain life.

Ding Dong! Cue my mom opening the door, after the second time. "Good afternoon dear, it's nice to see you again! Come on in. Are you hungry?"

The voice belonging to no other than Noah, "Thanks Mama Sarah, but I already ate."

Mom's going to offer stuff regardless. "No problem, sweetheart. There's drinks and food on the counter. Help yourself. If you need anything, let me know. She's in her room, don't bother knocking. Just go get her. I'll just be upstairs with her dad, see you."

The sound of footsteps got louder and nearer with every passing second. Three.. two.. one, my door swung open, "Garcia! Put down the book your reading and get your ass downstairs now!"

I drop my book and move my hands to my mouth and fake gasp, "Not even a hello from my best friend? And you interrupted my favorite chapter. I. am. hurt!"

"Haven't you read that book.. oh, I don't know.. like fifty times already?"

"Eight, correction. It's my favorite! Leave me be." I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed.

"Just because my mom lets you barge in here, doesn't mean that I appreciate it. Especially when I am reading. Don't you know that by now?"

"Aw, I'm sorry Ro! Let me start over." He walked out of my room and closed my door again, a few seconds later he stormed in once more with a strut, "Hey girl! Sorry to intrude on your reading time, but like go downstairs!" His valley girl accent seemed to be improving, I wonder what tourist he listened to while he was on his vacation.

I grabbed my stomach, laughing so hard, while Noah did his best to keep a straight face. I spoke in between laughs, "You- are- so- lucky- that- I-"

"Love me?"

Wiping the tears in my eyes, I forced out, "Tolerate you!"

He put his hands over his heart and put on a fake hurt expression, "Ouch, you kill me. Why don't you just call me ugly while you're at it?"

"Okay. You're ugly."

"I cannot believe you just said that." Sticking my tongue out, I also reach for a pillow behind me and toss it at his face. He dodged just before it hit him, "That could have hit my face! You know the rule: never aim for the face."

Putting on my best puppy dog expression, I got ready to fight fire with fire. "It was an honest mistake, I swear. Please don't get mad at me.." He started to visibly let down his guard, so I went in for the kill, "I wouldn't want to be blamed for scratching the thing that gives you a reason to stand at the mirror for hours and hours, even though you claim that you only take ten minutes max."

I couldn't help but smirk in the end, I'm so in for it. Once I addressed his face in a negative or joking manner, it usually signaled that we entered a war zone. Noah isn't a conceited or egotistical guy, he's genuinely sweet, playful, and smart.. he's just really fun to tease. These kind of conversations usually ended in us laughing really hard or running around because we're using each other as moving target practice.

But this time, instead of Noah answering back with sass or fake hurt, he just came towards me slowly with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes, "You shouldn't have said that." Before I could register what was going to happen, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. My world was literally turned upside down.