𝓝𝓸𝓪𝓱 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

112.

"Look, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. You should've known better." You said, facing Noah, who was looking at his phone.

"Woah, ok I didn't mean to. It just happened, ok?" Noah said, putting his hands up in defense. "Hitting an old lady on the back of her head, with a bat. That doesn't sound like an 'I didn't mean to'" you explained, shrugging your shoulders, sitting on the couch.

"I thought it was you though." Noah replied, sitting next to you. "That doesn't mean- hey! why did you wanna hit me?!" you glared at him, "That's not our problem right now, Y/N." Noah spoke, making you roll your eyes,

"Fine. That conversation isnt over though, Noah." You said, moving your hair out of your face, "ok, so how do we somehow find this old lady, and apologize?" You asked.

"pfft. Easy, that was my grandma." Noah replied, smiling at how easy that was. While you face palmed. "NOAH!" you yelled, making Noah jump, "what?"

"You hit your grandma! with a bat! and your congratulating yourself?!?" you finished, waiting for him to answer.

"Yeah. Your point." Noah questioned.

"oh my-" you didn't finish that statement because you started hitting Noah with a pillow, "I swear you are the most," you stopped and started hitting him with the pillow again, "idiotic person," more hitting with the pillow, "to have ever lived," you hit him one last time.

"now I'm done." you said, breathing heavily.

"ouch, that hurt." Noah whined, rubbing his head.

"now you know how your grandma feels." you said then walked away.

"well then, gee."

**Well then**

**STAY GOLD**