The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

What's going on with you two anyway?

Arielle's PoV

"What should we have for dinner tonight, petal?" My Dad asked as we walked along the aisles in Walmart.
"I have no clue." I shook my head, walking away from the trolley and heading towards the sweets aisle. I should really cut back on all the crap I eat, but I can't help myself.
I picked up some m&m's and a couple bar of chocolates. Meh, that'll do.
"I'll pay you back later." I tossed them into the trolley, my dad quirking an eyebrow.
"How you can eat so much crap and still manage to look like a runner bean, I'll never know." He shook his head, laughing.

Dad began pushing the trolley again, me walking beside him.
"And back to the dinner talk, what shall we make?" He asked.
"I don't know what this 'we' business is but I've got a bedroom to paint tonight." I shrugged my shoulders.
"One day you and Noah will get off your lazy asses and cook us food for an evening." Dad said, grabbing some brown seeded bread off the shelf and placing it carefully in the trolley. He was a lot more anal on how things are loaded than I am. I just chuck it in and hope for the best.
"Hey! I used to cook you meals when it was just us two." I defended myself. It was true. Whilst Dad was working his butt off at work, I'd cook him food.
"Fair enough." He pursed his lips.
I scanned my eyes over the shelves.
"What about carbonara?" I suggested.
"Could do. We haven't had that in a while." He nodded his head.

After that, we had paid for the food and loaded it into his car.
"Can I drive?" I wiggled my eyebrows. I've always ever wanted to drive my dads car and the fact that Noah has driven it before me is annoying.
"You're not insured." He shook his head, shutting the boot.
"Neither is Noah." I raised an eyebrow.
"Noah equally didn't have a choice." He gave me a stern look.
I couldn't argue with that. If I hadn't gotten myself so drunk, he would never have needed to drive my dads car.

I walked to the passenger side door, getting in and strapping myself in.
"What's going on with you two anyway?" My Dad asked as he slid himself into the drivers seat.
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Has he been suspicious about us?
"You made Noah punch his wall. What did you do?" He questioned. He's referring back to the other day. I thought he'd have forgotten about that.
"We just don't get on, that's all." I said.
"You must have angered him somehow. What did you do?" He asked.
"Called him some names." I lied. It was the only thing to pop up into my head.
"It's just something we do." I shrugged my shoulders as Dad began to reverse out of the car parking space.
"And this is something I need to talk to you about." He began. Oh great, here we go.
"You're 20 years old Arielle, fighting with your brother should be ancient history." He said.
"Step brother." I corrected him. My dad calling Noah my 'brother' sent shivers down my spine knowing the things we've done.
"Even so." He sighed.
"You just both need to get along. I don't know how many times I have to tell you." He continued.
"I've tried. Trust me." I responded.
"Have you though?" He turned his attention to me for a split second before looking back at the road.
"Yes!" I exasperated.
"Ok." He huffed.

I hated having this conversation with him. It infuriated me.

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"I can't believe you can't come and help me." I pouted at my best friend on Skype.
"Well I mean, I can, I just hate painting." Jason laughed.
"You told me you were busy." I frowned.
"I will be after this call, if you know what I mean." He winked to which I gasped.
"Jason!" I scolded him, laughing.
"Sorry babes." He chuckled before letting out a yawn.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a phone ringing. It wasn't mine so it must be Jason's. He looked around his bedroom, picking up his phone, a small smile making its way on to his face.
"Who is it?" I asked. If I was with him, I'd be snatching it away and looking.
"Never you mind." He chuckled.
"I'm going to have to go but text me." He rushed his words out.
"Ok." I giggled.
"I love you." I grinned.
"I love you more." He came close to the camera, puckering his lips.
"You could never." I copied his actions.
"Bye!" He waved and before I had to chance to say it back, the call ended.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head and closing my laptop before looking at the paint on my floor.
I should probably start painting before it gets dark.

Just as I stood up from my bed, I heard my dad shouting my name from downstairs.
"Arielle!" He called.
"Yeah!" I yelled back.
"I'm heading off for my meeting now. I shouldn't be too long." He shouted.
"Ok! Have fun!" I said.
"Bye, Sweet!" I then heard the front door closing. Great, I'm alone.
I actually kind of liked being home alone, it felt nice.
Right, to the painting.

I headed to my drawers, pulling out some old clothes and throwing them over my body just incase I got paint all over me. Normally, I'm pretty neat with paint but just to be on the safe side.
As I was about to start painting, the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table was heard. I walked over to it, looking at the caller ID. It was Noah.
I grinned, picking it up and answering it.
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Arielle." I could sense that he was smiling.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've just got off the phone with your dad, he's off for the meeting, isn't he?" He asked. Oh shit, dad was supposed to pick Noah up again.
"Crap, Yeah." I nodded.
"Do you want me to come and pick you up?" I shifted my eyes over to my clock.
"Please." He let out a sigh of relief.
"I won't be long." I rushed over to my shoes, slipping my feet into them.
"Thank you." He said.
"No problem. Keep a look out." I licked my lips.
"Will do." And with that, he hung up the phone.

Right, mission to Noah's work.