I woke up to the sound of extremely loud rock music blasting through my thin door. I sat up and rubbed away the sleepiness. Just as I was about to strip down to take my traditional morning shower, a tall, shirtless man barged into my room.
"What the heck! Don't you know how to knock?!"I practically screamed at him. He just rolled his eyes and said, "Well, since you most likely haven't eaten in the last 16 hours, I figured you might want some breakfast." I was hungry, but I wasn't about to tell him that. That was until a loud grumble came from my stomach. Casey laughed and grabbed my wrist to pull me out into the kitchen. I glanced him over, avoiding his bare chest. He was wearing baggy flannel pajama pants, hung low on his waist, exposing his hip bones. His black hair was scruffy and showed he hadn't been up long. "Now sit here-" he pointed to a barstool at the counter, "-and I will be a good boyfriend and fetch you some delicious eggs and bacon." He started humming to himself while stirring the eggs in the pan. I glared at him. "You're not my boyfriend!"
Casey literally chuckled, and then he set the plate of food in front of me with a sleepy smile on his face. He sat down across from me, the light from the window highlighting his cheekbones. He didn't pick up any of his food, he just sat there slouched in the chair with a smirk on his face. "You see, Noah. It's not a real relationship, it's simply a cover-up." And he left me alone to eat in peace.
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Apartment 6F
Teen Fictionthere was a boy. there was a girl. they weren't supposed to share an apartment. but they do, and there's nothing they can do about it. Of course Noah and Casey are both in for quite the surprise when they're thrown into the same apartment with no es...
