The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Not today, love.

Noah's PoV

"And then-" Arielle burst out laughing. She was trying to tell us about some scene in a movie she watched the other day. Apparently it's really funny.
"And then-and then-" She just couldn't stop laughing. My god. What was so funny?
"And then what?" Isaac asked from across the table. That boy had eyes on her the whole night and I didn't like it.
"And then he's like 'oh, he totally came in here to show off his abs'." She slapped my shoulder, laughing.
I just laughed along too. I had no clue what we were laughing out but if we just laugh, maybe she'll calm down.

"Noah." Michael called over Ari's shoulder.
"Yeah." I looked at him.
"How much have you had to drink?" He asked.
"Only the one beer." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Would you be able to run her home and come back for us later? She's drawing attention to herself." He seemed mad at her. It was only then when I realised all the dirty looks Michael's colleagues were giving her. If she screws this up for her dad, I know she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
"Sure. Where are the keys?" I asked. Arielle was too much in her own world to know what was going on right now.
"Here." Michael dug them out of his trouser pockets and passed them to me.
"Thank you." I gave him a small smile, putting them in my own pocket before turning to Arielle.

"Bam! I got you!" She yelled, her hands fist pumping the air in victory. I didn't know what she was doing but I stood up, instantly catching her attention.
"Where are you going?" She asked, her head wobbly.
"To take you home." I sighed.
"You are?" She questioned, standing up and placing a hand over her heart. It was then when I noticed that her dress was almost showing off her knickers.
"Yes, now pull your dress down." I looked back up to her face.
"I'm sure you'd like it up." She leant forward, whispering but also pulling her dress down in the process.
"Come on, lean on me." I hooked an arm around her waist as I held one of her arms around my neck.
"Thank you for the meal but unfortunately I have to get this home." I wiggled her about slightly, earning a few laughs.

After saying our goodbyes, we stumbled out to the car.
"Can I drive? I've always ever wanted to drive my dads car." She slurred over her words.
"You're drunk. No." I shook my head, unlocking the car and opening up the passenger door.
"No, I'm Arielle." She laughed at herself. I fought back a smile, that was a good one.
"Come on, let's get you in the car." I lifted her up bridal style, gently sliding her in the car and strapping her in.
"I like your hair." She rakes her hands through my hair as I leant around her to plug her seatbelt in.
"Thanks." I chuckled. She cupped my face in her hands so it was right in front of her own.
"And I want to kiss you right now." She smiled before puckering her lips. I shook my head. I'm not going to kiss her. Her sober state wouldn't want that and I'm not taking advantage of her.
"Not today, love." I pecked her forehead, standing up straight and shutting the door.

I ran a hand through my hair as I ran around to the drivers side. I'm pretty excited to drive this car. It was a sweet ride. I doubt very much he'll ever let me drive it again.

Once I was in the car and strapped in, we set on our journey home.
"I want food." Arielle pouted.
"What kind of food?" I asked.
"Chicken nuggets. Oh my god, yes." She closed her eyes, imagining the food. I laughed at her.
"Can we go to McDonald's?" She asked, opening her eyes and tapping my arm.
I kept my eyes glued to the road ahead.
"I don't have my wallet." I shook my head.
"I have my purse." She reached down for her bag that was on the floor but whacked her head in the process.
"Did you just hit me?" She asked, laughing.
"No, you hit your head, you idiot." I chuckled.
"I did? Ouch." She rubbed it, routing through her bag for her purse.

By the time she had counted up all of her money, we had arrived at home.
"I've got enough!" She cheered as I pulled up on the driveway, parking behind my car.
"We're home now." I laughed.
"God damnit!" She groaned, stuffing her purse in her bag again.
I watched as she stumbled out of the car and down the driveway. I should really go in with her and make sure she gets in to bed ok. Michael would want that.

I got out of the car, following her. She had unlocked the door with her own house keys and stumbled up the stairs, laughing at nothing.

Once we reached her bedroom, she kicked her heels across the room and attempted to unzip her dress. My eyes widened and I turned around, not wanting to see. Well, I mean... I'd love to see but not right now. Now is not the time.
"A little help please." She sounded like she was struggling.
I turned around, seeing that she had managed to undo the zip half way, causing it to expose her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra. My god. I gasped, turning around again. At least she had nipple covers on I guess...
"Noah, help me." She grabbed on to my shoulders, turning me around to face her again.
I kept my eyes glued to her own. I didn't want them to linger anywhere else.

She slowly turned around, her back now being shown to me.
"Get ready to put this on." I began to unbutton my shirt, pulling it off my arms and handing it to her. I didn't want to go rummaging through her stuff when I don't know where things are. That's disrespectful so I may aswell just lend her my shirt for the night.
"When did I get this?" She asked as my fingers worked at the zip on her dress.
"Just now." I laughed lightly.
I took the shirt from her, slipping her arms in it as the dress fell to the floor in a little puddle around her ankles.
She turned around to face me again and I did up the buttons for her.
My fingers would touch her warm skin from time to time and I'd get a shock of electricity. There was something about this girl that got me feeling some kind of way but I couldn't quite pin it.

The second the shirt was on, she took her hair out of the plait, it cascading down her back perfectly. She had lovely hair. It always looked so shiny and healthy. I know most girls would kill to have that kind of hair. She must look after it a lot.

"You should get into bed." I said as I watched her trip over her own feet.
"Good call." She tapped my nose with her index finger.
"Did you take a peek?" She asked, her voice playful.
"A peek?" I questioned. What was she on about?
"A peek at my goods." She laughed.
"No." I shook my head, laughing. I've never heard anyone call them their 'goods'.
"It's ok if you peeked a little." Arielle got herself into her bed.
"I would if I were you." She smirked, pulling the blankets over her small frame. She looked cute in my shirt. It was way too big for her but I think that's what made her look so cute.
"Would you?" I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"Mhm. I bet you have a good set of tittys." She looked at my bare chest, poking my nipple with her finger.
"How dare you?" I pulled back with a gasp, making her laugh.
"I like you, Noah." She began to close her eyes.
"I like you too, Arielle." My voice was quiet. Did she really like me or was she saying that because she's drunk?
I'll find out soon, I guess.
"Drink plenty of water, love." I bent down, stroking her hair back off of her face. She really was beautiful.
I smiled, leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead before heading to my room.
I needed to change out of these clothes, I wasn't comfy.