The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

It's something.

Arielle's POV

"Stop moving." I whisper grumbled as Noah sat in the seat beside me, shuffling around every two seconds.
"I can't get comfy." He pouted. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the film. In all honesty, I've thought about nothing but Jason and why he was suddenly so weirded out about Noah and I's relationship. Being stuck in a cinema room with nothing much to focus on other than the film, really wasn't helping my brain. I wasn't interested in this action film, I was only interested in wanting to speak to Jason, find out why he snapped like he did.
"I need to use the loo." I leant over a little bit so Noah could hear me.
"Ok." He nodded before I stood up, awkwardly shuffling past the people that didn't bother to stand up and let me through. There's not much space between these seats as it is.

Once I was finally out, I quickly walked down the stairs, reaching the bottom and walking out. I don't know if I can sit in there for much longer without going insane.

As I opened up the toilet door, I headed towards the mirror, taking in my appearance. Woah nelly, the sight wasn't pretty.
My hair was still pretty much wet, forming small little waves as the mascara stained my cheeks. Playing around in the rain is all fun and games until you can't actually change your clothes or dry your hair afterwards. Ah, the hand dryer. Arielle, you are a genius.

After spending about ten minutes trying to dry my clothes and hair, I headed back into the cinema, shivering from the departure of the hand dryer. It was so warm and now I'm so cold. Someone save me.

Noah smiled at me as I took a seat beside him again and he reached over, taking my hand in his before giving it a little squeeze.
"Everything ok?" He asked.
"Mhm." I mumbled in response, keeping my eyes glued to the very uninteresting screen.

Another half an hour later, the film had finally come to an end. I love the cinema but boy am I glad to be leaving.

There was hardly any words exchanged between the two of us as we left the cinema and headed towards the car. I think Noah sensed that there was something on my mind.
"What's up?" He asked as he shut the car door, me pulling my seatbelt around my body.
"Nothing." I lied, not making eye contact.
"Now look at me and tell me that." He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head up to look at him.
"Nothing." I stared at him in the eyes for a good two seconds before looking away.
"You're lying." He stuck the keys in the ignition.
"I'm not." I shook my head, folding my arms over my chest.
"If somethings playing on your mind Arielle, I want you to talk to me so I can help you." He spoke softly.
"It's not something you can help with." I frowned. I just want to get home and lay in bed.
"We'll never know unless you tell me." he laughed a little.
"It's nothing." I huffed.
"It's something." He quirked an eyebrow.
"Just leave it already, I want to go home." I suddenly snapped. Noah's face dropped as he let out a small sigh, twisting the keys and starting the journey home.

I instantly felt bad for raising my voice at him when all he wants to do is help. The only thing is, he can't help. This is a problem between myself and Jason. I guess our relationship is the cause but Noah still can't control Jason's thoughts. My best friend of all people, I never thought he'd be the one to criticise us.

The ride home was unbearably silent, not a word exchanged. It was horrible but whatever.

The second we got home, I made my way upstairs, popping on my 70s record and stripping out of my damp clothes. I changed into some jogging bottoms of Noah's that I found laying on my bedroom floor and an off the shoulder, slouchy white top. That'll do.
I then fell to my bed with a huff, grabbing my phone and looking to see if I had any messages from Jason. Nothing. Do I text first? Nah, I'll wait until he messages. Story of my life.

I looked around my room, searching for anything interesting to do but there was literally nothing. It didn't even need tidying, not that I would tidy it up if it did because that's next level boring.
My bedroom door slowly opened up and Noah poked his head around the door.
"I thought you knew how to knock now?" I rolled my eyes, turning over on my bed so I was staring at my wall and my back was to him.
"I knew you'd tell me to go away if I knocked." I heard the bedroom door close, signalling that he had stepped inside.
"Just leave me alone." I sighed. I really didn't want to take my anger out on him but he seems to keep on pushing it.
"You're upset, why would I leave you alone?" I felt the bed dip beside me and soon enough, an arm snaked itself around my waist, pulling me into him.
"I'm not upset." I lied, yet again.
"If you say so." He sighed, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.
"But just know, you can always talk to me about whatever and I'll always listen." His voice was soft as he pecked my neck.

After about half an hour of silence, I thought Noah had maybe fallen asleep but as I turned around in his arms, I noticed that he was still very much awake.
"You ok now?" He asked, his hand moving to my hair and tucking it behind my ear.
"I just have something playing on my mind." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I didn't mean to take it out on you, I'm sorry." I slightly lifted up so I could peck his cheek.
"It's fine, really." He smiled, leaning down and connecting our lips.

Just as the kiss started to get a little exciting, the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard.
"I'm home!" My dads voice shouted up the stairs causing Noah and I to jump apart.
Thanks dad, you cockblocker.