Falling - NOAH CENTINEO

ch. 23 | Interrupted

Noah had been driving for 30 minutes and I still had no idea where we were going.

Noah was screaming along to some rap song when I turned down the music.

"Hey, I was singing that." He said, reaching over to turn it back up.

"Where are we going?" I whined.

"It's a surpise!" He yelled.

"Ugh, how much longer?" I groaned.

"Not long." He promised, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

I smiled over at him. God, this boy...

After another 5 minutes, Noah turned down the music himself as he turned into a parking lot that was practically deserted.

"The hell?"

"What?" He asked, turning the car off.

"I like spending time with you and all but an empty parking lot at night is just creepy." I retorted.

He rolled his eyes and flung his door open.

"Shut up, B."

We got out of the car and I could hear waves crashing as we approached a walkway surrounded by palm trees.

"The beach." I whispered, smiling.

I looked over at Noah and I didn't even notice he had a backpack with him.

He shot me a smile and grabbed my hand pulling me onto the pathway.

The wooden planks leading to the beach was entirley secluded by dense trees. I wouldn't of even known we were going to the beach if I didn't hear the sounds of the ocean.

We exited the forest and were met with an empty beach. Only a couple of houses and hotels were backed up against it but it was mainly empty.

He stopped before setting foot on the sand to take his shoes off. I did the same, holding the pair in my hands.

We walked towards the ocean when Noah stopped and unzipped his backpack, pulling out a large blanket.

Noah tossed his shoes to the side and draped the blanket on the sand. He plopped down and I followed with the biggest smile on my face.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Starved." I replied.

Noah pulled out two ziplock bags containing PB&J's. I giggled.

"Sorry, I wanted to cook something, but then I remembered that I can't cook." He laughed, handing the bag to me.

"No, its perfect." I laughed, opening my bag up.

"I also brought sodas." He said, handing me a bottle of coke.

"So well prepared." I commented, taking it from him.

"It would be a pretty sucky date if I forgot drinks." He snorted, taking a bite of his sandwich.

I loved hearing him say it was a date. I have never felt so spoiled by a man before. Even though it was PB&J's on a deserted beach, it was with Noah. The most perfect guy in the world.

We ate our food and watched the waves splash against the sand.

I was watching the waves but I felt Noah's eyes on me. I looked over at him with his elbow rested on his knee, just smiling at me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"You." He cooed.

I blushed and looked down at the ground, shyly.