The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

If I throw up, its on you.

Arielles POV

Flying is fucking awful. All the preparations is enough to drive you insane. In fact, this past week has been awful. Let me catch you up on some things, the first thing being how Noah and I were very nearly caught by our parents.

~ FLASHBACK ~

"They've left!" Noah yelled from the front door. We were waiting on our parents to go out shopping so that we could have some alone time, if you get what I'm saying. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso as I pecked his back.
"We haven't had the house to ourselves for ages." I sighed, watching as he turned around so that he was now facing me.
"Tell me about it." He laughed lightly, his index finger lifting my chin up. I puckered my lips, longing for the moment that Noah's planted themselves upon them.
The second they did, everything around us seemed to disappear and it was just us.

The kiss grew heated so much quicker than I thought it would and my back was pressed up against the cold wall, Noah's lips attacking my neck.
Before I knew it, I was placed roughly on top of the white dresser that we have in the hallway, a mirror above it. If we weren't careful, that's going to fall down and smash all over the floor.
"Noah." I gasped, smashing my lips on his once again. We hadn't had any sort of release from each other for about two weeks now. I guess you could say that we were very much both sexually frustrated.

I didn't even realise what I was doing until I literally ripped Noah's top straight down the middle. He seemed to have enjoyed my desperate state as the feeling of his hard member was pressed up against my thigh. Just as I was about to start grinding against him, the sound of keys in the front door was heard and I've never pushed Noah away quicker. The door opened and there stood Kelly, looking between us with confusion. Whether or not she assumed something, I don't know.
I mean, it was impossible to not think the worst when your son is standing beside your step daughter with a ripped shirt, messed up hair and a flustered face but whatever.
"I forgot the card." She spoke, rushing past us and towards the kitchen.

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

So yeah, that happened. I think we're safe though, she hasn't seemed off with us and no sort of questions had been asked other than why Noah's shirt was ripped and he used the reply of "I was experimenting fashion". Yes, great answer Noah.

The other thing that happened was that Jason and I still hadn't sorted things out between us. No sort of communication has been made and I'm really starting to miss him. I was going to message him last night to remind him that we were going to Bora Bora today and that I'll hopefully see him when we're back, but I never did.
This morning, my lamp shade had somehow fallen from my ceiling, shattering all over my floor which is really fucking amazing. I'm so looking forward to cleaning that up when I get home in a weeks time. I've had terrible period pains also but I'm so glad I'm off now, just in time for holiday.

I've had a really lovely week, can you tell?

Anyways, here we were, high up in the sky, my head in my hands as we took off. I hated flying. I wasn't a fan of heights at all but it is what it is.
"Take your head out of your hands, I can promise you, it's not that bad." My dad chuckled from beside me.
We were sat in a row of 4. Noah at the end then Kelly, then my dad and then me. I was right by the window and wasn't entirely too happy about it.
"If I throw up, it's on you." I groaned, lifting my head up and giving a small glance out of the window. We weren't up too high yet, thank god. Just you wait for it though.
"You're not going to throw up. We can take our seatbelts off in a minute and get a little comfier." He replied.