Sencored

Chapter Eighteen (18)

Sencers p.o.v

We havent really dont anything since Max had freaked out on me, Noah had threatened to go do something, but he never did, and I was glad. I mean, he just wasnt thinking correctly, and Noah shouldnt harm him for that.

Rolling over, it was as if the bed was taken out from beneath me and I tumbled to the ground.

"Ow." I pouted before placing my arms under me as a softening agent.

"What are you doing?" Noahs groggy voice spoke as his head popped over the side of his bed, his eyes half open.

"I fell." I muttered, about to close my eyes, until my body was lifted off the floor, and placed back onto the bed, two arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Want to go to the park today or something?" He murmured, nuzzling my hair.

"Hey, Noah..." I paused, "Do you think Max is still mad at me?" I turned around in his arms, looking at him.

"Sencer," Noah sighed, "Max could never hate you, he was just having a tough time. Im sure him an Adrian already made up and are going at it like bunnies already." Noah rolled his eyes.

"Oh..." I blushed.

"Ha, ha, ha." Noah laughed, hiding his face in my neck. His chest rumbled against mine.

"Its not funny!" I whined, punching his arm. "Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

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"We should go back!" I squealed excitedly in Noahs arms as he decided to carry me inside. I held the bag over his shoulder, letting my face be right in his-and to my relief he didnt trip and fall.

"Im glad you had fun." He kissed my nose, then pushed his lips against mine right as we were in front of the door.

He licked my bottom lip, and I granted his an entrance, tilting my head to the side I let him ravish my mouth with his. His tongue gently massaging mine, letting it trail into his mouth before he nipped at it playfully.

I winded one hand into his short dark locks, while the other carried the bag. "I think we should get inside." He panted, pulling away. I nodded breathlessly, nearly tripping over the door step as he set me down. He jerked his head up to his room, and I couldnt help but smile and nod, hanging the bag on the banister, before running to Noahs room, and shutting the door behind me.

I sat on the bed laying my whole body out and resting my head on my hand. But then switched positions, so I was facing the door, but on my stomach, and both my hands were supporting my head.

"Noah! Sencer! Get your butts down stairs now! Max is here!" Noahs mom yelled, banging on he door, making me yelp, and jump off the bed, straightening out my clothes, and fixing my hair and pants.

Noah met me in the hallway, giving me a confused look before he took me by the hand and walked with me downstairs.

"Hey, Max! How-whats wrong?" I was about to ask, but stopped immediately as I saw Max.

"Here Sencer," He pushed two boxes into my arms "Its for you." He finished quickly, trying to regain posture, but failed sadly.

His eyes were puffy, red, and sad. The once preppy glint in them washed away. As for me, I didnt even know what to do, say, or feel. "Why?" I asked, snapping out of my confusion, what were these for? He didnt say or do anything, he just stared at his empty lap. "Whats in them?" I asked once more, I was getting worried, was Max or Adrian dying or something? Why was it so sad?

"Just open them... I... I hope you like them." Max finally spoke, smiling sadly. He moved to the floor next to me and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "Im going to miss you so much." He whimpered, in my hair, what?