Wishing Upon The Stars ; noah centineo

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Wishing Upon The Stars
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One: Why Couldn't It Have Been Mini Golf?
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Alcohol.

Everything reeked of alcohol.

I cringed and tried to make myself as small as possible as I squeezed past an endless amount of sweaty bodies, some attempting to hump another while others destroyed their lungs and livers with intoxicating substances.

Trying to ignore the nausea that found its way into my chest, I took in a deep breath of fresh air when I finally reached the backyard of whoever's house the party that my brother had dragged me to was at. "It'll be fun," he had said. "There'll be hot guys and alcohol."

"I don't drink," I had replied blankly, looking up at him from the current book I had been reading.

"Fine, there'll be Coke - the drink, not the drugs," he had added when I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Coooleeee," I had whined when he pulled the book from my grasp and flopped down onto my bed.

"Sophieee," he mocked.

"Cole. I'm not going. Who's supposed to look after Corey?" I asked, reminding him of our younger brother whose front tooth had just come out a few days before.

"He's sleeping over by Aunt Lisa and them remember?"

I let out an annoyed huff. The one time Aunt Lisa's niceness wasn't in my favour.

"C'mon, Soph, all you do is lay around and read your stupid books and talk crap on Twitter about those stupid bands. You need to get out. How else are you going to get a boyfriend?"

"Excuse me but my bands aren't stupid," I exclaimed with a pout, wacking him on his head with a pillow. "And I don't need a boyfriend so I'm not going to some stupid party."

"Please, Sophie. I'm tired of seeing you spend your Friday nights like this."

"I agree with Cole." My head whipped to the entrance of my bedroom to see a familiar pair of hazel green eyes staring back at me in amusement.

Noah Centineo, my 21 year old brother's best friend since they'd been in kindergarten and the guy I'd been hopelessly crushing on since I was 8 years old. I told myself that after nearly ten years, I'd gotten over it. But as his intimidating 6'1 figure leaned against the frame of the door and my heart suddenly picked up a few paces, I knew it was a terrible lie.

"Reading is great and all," he continued while his left hand reached up and ran through his feathery brown hair. "But sometimes you actually need to experience the stuff in real life."

I crossed my arms and leaned back against my headboard with a slight shake of my head. "Nope. I'm not going and neither of you losers can convince me otherwise."

Cole sat up from my bed as he turned to Noah, a cheeky look in his eye that I knew all too well. "Did you hear that, Centineo? She just called us losers."

"I did indeed, Miller," I watched as Noah began to walk further into the room and looked towards me, the same cheeky look in his eye that caused a bundle of nerves to erupt near the pit of my stomach. "And no one calls us losers."

I squealed when Noah leaned down and lifted me up over his shoulder, the sound of his and my brother's laughs entering the room.

"Noah, put me down!" I exclaimed, whacking his denim covered back a few times as he began walking out of my room. I tried to ignore the fact that I had the perfect view of his wonderful backside and the fact that my own was right next to his face, clad in a pair of black tights.