Fanfiction: Noah Centineo & Lana Condor "To all the boys I've loved before"

Chapter 15 LANA

I was so pissed of by Anthony's behavior. We had not seen each other for such a long time and I was so excited to spend time with him. Just because we had a teeny tiny argument, where a lot of yelling had been involved ( I had not let him know early enough that people would come over to pregame), he decided to go to another party instead. I wondered if he had caused the argument because he was looking for an excuse to be able to go to that other party. Some girl I didn't know had invited him, which annoyed the hell out of me. Anthony had left around 5 minutes before Noah knocked on my door. I was still really upset, but luckily I was able to control my waterworks by then. 

When I told Noah what had happened right when he came in, he gave me a big-ass bear hug. "I hate when arguments don't have a deeper sense", he said and stroked my hair. He released me from the hug and went over to my living room couch and demanded me to sit down next to him. His hair had gotten longer, and some strands of hair fell in his eyes every now and then. He started telling me about similar experiences with his ex-girlfriend, but also made me feel as if silly arguments where totally normal in a relationship. I felt that talking to him, made me feel less stressed and annoyed, bit by bit, like waves leaving the shore. I had already arranged some different alcoholic beverages and glasses on the couch table, and he helped himself to some Jack and Coke. "You want some?", he offered. "Sure", I said, very aware that whiskey had the tendency to make me act like a crazy person without any sort of boundaries. I felt like that was the right thing for me for this evening. I took the glass and drank it all at once. "Whoa, whoa, calm down. Or did I miss that we had a drinking competition going on?", he said with a concerned look. "I just needed it, okay? Don't judge me. As if you've never drowned your sorrows", I replied and filled my glass up once more. 

We continued talking about experiences with partners, about moments where we had just been feeling neglected. We were already having our third glass of Jack and Coke. "I just feel as if I put more effort into this relationship then he does", I said.