The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

I am offended.

Arielle's PoV

I had been sorting out this room for the past 4 hours now, stopping for about 20 minutes so I could run Jason home, but now I'm back at it.

As I was singing along to 'Cry' by Jason Walker, there was a soft knock at my door. I got up from my bed, turning down the song.
"Come in." I spoke. The door soon opened and my dad stood there with a bag of McDonald's.
"Food?" He asked.
"I thought you'd never ask." I laughed, taking the bag from him. I was so hungry.
"Thank you." I nodded my head.
"That's ok, it's looking good in here." My Dad looked around the room. I've made a lot of progress. My desk was all set up in the corner, all I needed to do what put the mirror above it and my perfumes were all placed perfectly on top of my chest of drawers. I'm starting to feel a little more cosy in here now. However, there was still a lot more work that I needed to do.
"I know." I nodded my head. I was proud of myself.
"How's it going downstairs?" I asked.
"We've finished the living room, we're just about to move onto the the kitchen." He answered.
"That's Cool." I pursed my lips. Dad and Kelly had managed to do about 3 rooms in the time I've been able to do half my room. How?
"Well, let us know if you need any help. Eat up, sweet." He smiled before leaving the room.

I closed the door, spinning on my heel and turning my record player off. I cannot wait to start eating this food. I haven't eaten since this morning and my god... I'm surprised I haven't hurt someone. I get real hangry.
I sat on my desk, reaching for my phone, sticking it on charge before watching some Netflix whilst I ate. Dad and Kelly had made sure that the WiFi was working before we moved in which was fabulous otherwise I'd be eating up my data right now.

After I had eaten, I made my way downstairs with the rubbish. I hadn't sorted my bin out yet so I was just praying that they had done it in the kitchen.
"Where's the bin?" I asked my dad who was sorting the cutlery out in the drawer.
"We're using a bag at the moment." He pointed over to a bag that was hanging off the door handle. I walked over to it, stuffing my leftovers into the bin bag.
"Where's Kelly?" I asked.
"She and Noah have gone shopping for some food quickly." He answered.
"We've got to work tomorrow and didn't trust you kids to get it." He smirked.
"I am offended." I laughed.
"Oh shush." He chuckled, closing the drawer.
"Is the tv working?" I asked.
"It should be." He nodded his head.
"Have you finished your room?" He questioned.
"No, I've given up today." I sighed, walking into the front room.
"Make sure you finish it soon!" He called after me.
"I will." I yelled back, throwing myself down on the sofa.

We got rid of our sofas and kept Kelly's because they were apparently 'comfier'. I don't see it but ok...
It was then when I realised that the sky box wasn't set up nor plugged in and could I be bothered to do it? No. Not at all.
I let out a sigh as I looked around the room. It was pretty plain and boring, much like the rest of the rooms but I guess there's still time to make it seem more like home.
I already miss the old house. Knowing that we won't ever be going back there is really upsetting.

"Heads up." Before I knew it, a pillow was tossed in my face. I jumped slightly, looking up at my dad who was laughing.
"Hey!" I frowned, picking the pillow back up and throwing it at him.
"You were daydreaming, I had to cut you out of it somehow." My Dad laughed, sitting beside me on the sofa.
"What's up, petal?" He asked, his arm going around my shoulder, pulling me into him.
"I miss home." I mumbled, laying my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"This is home now." He replied.
"Not to me it isn't." I shook my head. I don't know if this will ever feel like home. It's just not the same.
"Well tomorrow, you've got the house to yourself." He spoke.
"I do?" I asked.
"Yeah." His voice was soft.
"Kelly and I have to work and I think Noah mentioned about going out with his friends. You can have a You day." He chuckled.
"At least Noah won't be here." I sat myself up again, looking at my dad.
"It's been three months. You would have thought that some progress had been made." My Dad cocked an eyebrow.
"We haven't spoken really." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Why's that?" He asked. There's no way I'm telling him the reason.
"I don't know. I think it's just better if we keep our space, that way, we're not down each other's throats all the time." I answered.
"Fair enough." My Dad pursed his lips.
Just as I went to speak again, the front door went, signalling that Noah and Kelly were home from shopping.
"I'm going to help put things away." My Dad placed a hand on my thigh before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

"Ayo, you slug." The voice of Noah's filled my ears. I turned to see him leaning up against the door frame.
"What do you want?" I rolled my eyes.
"You." His voice was low and raspy. My heart was hammering away in my chest. What is he doing?
"Fuck you." I glared at him. We've rarely spoken for three months but when we do, that's what he says... what the fuck?
"Give me a time and place and I'll be there, baby." He smirked. My insides were melting. I don't know what it is but boys saying the word 'baby' is insanely hot to me. Wooo...
"You wish." I scoffed, trying to play it Cool as I got up, heading out of the room.
"You know I'm messing with you, Arielle." He shouted to me but I didn't answer.

I hated him messing with me. Especially when the messing around gets me feeling some way. Ugh...