Seven Summers Gone- A Kissing Booth Continuation (Fanfiction)

Chapter 26

The next morning I wake up with a stiff neck.   Somehow we went from the bed to the floor and ended up sleeping here all night.
Noah is still asleep next to me, the blankets covering his bottom half but leaving his toned chest exposed.
Damn, he looks super fine--I need to touch.
I take my finger and move it in slow circles over his chest and down his rock hard abs. I keep going lower and lower when he grabs my hand.
"You better be prepared to finish what you start," he informs me, with his eyes still closed.
"Oh, I always finish what I start," I try saying in a seductive voice.
"Aww you sound so adorable," he says with a laugh.
"I think you mean incredibly sexy!"
He opens his eyes and his face turns serious but I can tell he's trying not to laugh.
"Of course, that's what I meant to say."
"You're a terrible liar!"
In a second he's got me flat on my back, his head hovering above mine.
"I couldn't care less if you were the biggest dork in the world, you're mine and I'm completely crazy about you! Now kiss me, woman!"
As I laugh he cuts me off by placing his lips on mine.
Ding, ding, ding, time for round two.

After we roll around on the floor for a bit, it's time to head back to New York.
"So, what fancy mode of transport are we taking back to your place?"
"The train."
I pout at that.
"Typical, the honeymoon period is over already," I say out loud to myself as I flop down on the couch.
"Excuse me?" he says trying to look offended.
Then he sits on top of me and starts tickling me.
I hate being tickled.  I actually wet my pants when I was a kid after Lee decided it would be great fun to try and tickle me to death.
I didn't talk to him for a week after that.
I kick and thrash trying to get him off me.  He's too strong.
"Ok! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  The train sounds awesome."
"I don't believe you, say it with more conviction!" He says as he keeps tickling me.
"STOP!" I scream, with tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.
"You know what to do to make this stop."
"Ok, ok, ok.  I'm sorry oh, wonderful, wise one.  The train sounds just heavenly,  please take me to the station, asap!" I blurt out in a rush.
He stops tickling me.
"Now was that so hard?"
I poke my tongue out at him.
"What was that--you want to be tickled some more?"
"Don't you dare!" I say with a semi-angry look.
"You're lucky we have to get going."
As he hops off and turns around I stick my tongue out at him again.
"I saw that!" He says as he points to my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall.
"Typical!"
"You just wait till I get you home, Elle Evans. You are going to wish I never saw that," he says with a smirk.

The train ride back was pretty uneventful apart from the weather which got worse and worse the closer we got to New York.
As we walked out of the station it was pouring!
We hailed a cab which took us back to the stadium carpark where Noah had left his truck.
It was still raining so hard, I made a mad dash from the taxi to the truck.
I get in the truck first then Noah jumps in next to me.
He sits there looking straight ahead with a weird look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"It's probably nothing.  Hang on a sec."
He then turns to grab a jacket from the back seat and gets back out of the car.
I can't see him very well with the rain falling on the windscreen, but I do notice him walking around the truck and bending down out of sight. Then I see stand back up and kick what I assume is the tyre.
Great, I bet we have a flat.
He jumps back in soaking wet. 
"Don't tell me, we have a flat?" I ask.
"Kind of," is his very short reply, he looks worried.
"What do you mean 'kind of'?"
He looks at me.
"Someone slashed my tyres."
"What! All of them?"
"Yeah."
"But who would do that?"
"Probably just some idiot teenagers being idiots!"
He doesn't sound very convincing and I for one am definitely not convinced it's idiot teenagers.
All of a sudden that weird feeling is back.  Something is not right here.
We don't talk about it anymore and Noah calls for a tow truck.   The tow guy gives us a lift to the nearest garage.  They'll need to keep it for a couple of days so we get a taxi home.

Once we are back at Noah's apartment I ask him the question that has been on my mind all afternoon.
"You don't think it was Bethany do you?"
"Honestly--I don't know. I wouldn't have thought so, but she has been a bit stalkerish lately with the wedding and all."
"I really hope your right about the idiots."
"Yeah, same.  Anyway let's forget about this crappy afternoon and enjoy tonight," he says.
"And what may I ask did you have in mind?"
"Well, since it's still bucketing down, how bout we cook mac and cheese and snuggle in for the night watching a couple of action movies?"
"Yes to the mac and cheese, no to the action," I say.
"Aww, but I was really hoping for some action tonight," he says and gives me a wink.
"You have a one-track mind Noah Flynn,  how on earth can you still be so horny after these last few days we've been together."
"I'm not normally.  What can I say, love does strange things to a man."
Then he gives me a smack on the bum.
"Ouch, cut that out."
"Make me."
He chases me around his apartment trying to smack me again.
We end up making out on the kitchen bench for a good few minutes before I push him away.
"Right, I'm hungry and you need a shower. You look like a drowned rat.  I'll cook while you take a shower, k?"
"I must admit a nice relaxing shower does sound really good after seeing my baby get slashed today."
I raise my eyebrows at him.
"What?" He says.
"Never mind, off you go and I'll get started."
"Thanks, Shelley you're the best!"
He gives me a kiss on the cheek then heads towards the bathroom.
Right, I look around the kitchen not knowing where anything is.  After a bit of rummaging in most of the cupboards and draws I find everything I need.
I decide to turn on some music.
While I'm scrolling through Noah's playlist there's a knock at the front door.
I quickly check to see if Noah's finished but he's still in the shower so I decide to answer it.
As I pull the door open I can't quite believe who's standing there.
"Bethany! What the hell do you want?"
"Is Noah here?" She asks, looking all annoyed.
This girl really doesn't know when to take a hint, does she?
"He's in the shower, what do you want?" I say sounding equally annoyed,  two can play at this game.
"Well, this worked out even better than I'd hoped for."
Ok, now I'm super confused.  What is she going on about?
Then I notice her pulling something out of her pocket and when I look down to see what it is, I freeze--my mind goes blank.
"Not so chatty now, are you?"
"What are yo--"
"Shut up, you're coming with me."
I can't move, I'm still frozen. 
Then she nudges me with the gun.
"MOVE!"