asian; noah centineo

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noah

'noah centineo and his new girlfriend? ALL THE HOT NEWS HERE!'
'who is the internet boyfriend's new bae?'
'SPOTTED: noah centineo on a date!'

it's been a few months since the whole dating thing, and we've been sufficiently kept in the news. i've been posting regularly about her or at least tagging her when i use her photos, and the fans are going crazy. she hasn't unprivated her instagram yet, but looking at the comments on mine made me tell her not to.

i text emma, asking her where she was. she was supposed to come to my apartment today just to hang out, and she's late. we're nearly done with good trouble, and i don't have many cameos at the end so i'm relatively free. i haven't seen her in slightly more than a week, and i miss her already.

just as the text goes through, i hear a knock on my door. i open it, pulling her in and hugging her. she sinks into my hold, looping her arms around my torso.

"i needed that." she sighs.

"you did?" i study her face and she gives me a small smile, nodding.

"ugh you holding me like that already makes me sleepy."

"hey we're supposed hang out, you know, talk and what not. i haven't seen you in like forever." i whine. she looks pretty and i want to kiss her. but it's probably not right if i keep on doing it, we're not even dating.

"it's only been a week! why? can't get enough of me?" she squishes my cheeks together.

"yeah yeah, i can't, you're the best cuddle buddy ever."

"i brought food." she grins, waving a bag at me. i launch at it immediately, opening it to allow the aroma waft into my nose.

"you brought tempura? how did you even fry this in your tiny kitchen?" i look at her in admiration.

"i used the air fryer, so it's probably not as crispy. it's too much effort to deep fry this with oil because i'd have to clean up." she tells me, putting the food on the kitchen table. "we can have it for dinner." man, ben really chose the right girl huh.

we lay on the couch, watching dead poets society. at the end, she's crying in my arms and start laughing at her.

"i didn't know you were such a movie crier!"

"i am, now stop laughing at me!" she sniffles, flicking my forehead.

"i hardly ever cry in movies and you're literally sobbing!" i can't help it, she looks absolutely adorable. i want to kiss her so badly.

since the park and times square, ive talked to sterling and jack a lot, both of whom told me i shouldn't be kissing her so much if it isn't a real relationship. but it feels so real.

"can i kiss you?" i ask and she throws me a weird look.

"haven't you already been doing that?" she gives me a confused look.

"isn't it unprofessional?" i say, making her little nose crinkle. maybe it is, but i want to kiss her so badly.

"it is, but..." she falters.

"kissing you feels right, you know?" i blurt, "i mean— sorry." i look away from her after embarrassing myself.

"i think.. i think i get what you mean." she tilts my face towards her, giving me a quick peck. taking that as permission, i grab her face, kissing her harder. she's leaning back from my force, and i keep following her, until she's lying on the couch and i'm using my arms to support myself. her lips are so soft and i tangle my fingers in her hair. a cute moan comes out from her mouth and i kiss her even harder.