"We didn't!" I retaliated unable to contain the blush making an appearance on my face.
"Well she thinks we did" he batted back.
"Yeah well she isn't right about most things" I stated matter of factly.
"Nothing sounded wrong to me" he teased.
"Yeah well she thinks 'go for Goldman is a good answer to a phone call" I scoffed,
"It's not bad" he retaliated as leant back and onto his arms.
"She thinks your name and face are sexy!" I argued back, "you don't?" Noah asked sitting up abruptly and stopping directly in front of my face.
My face blushed feverishly once again as I stuttered out a, "n-n-no".
He smirked and sat back a little, "well I can't be ugly if I did get sold at the auction yesterday" he said.
"I was wondering how that went" I said trying to take the heat out of the previous question.
"That red head inside was the girl" he started "I'm taking her out on Sunday".
"Isn't that tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yep he nodded, had to happen quickly so I can get it out of the way" he answered.
"I bet the auction happened as quickly as your handiling of the situation" I teasingly commented.
Noah chuckled, "they were all fighting over me" he replied.
"Now why would they do that?" I asked starting to giggle at this stage.
"I think it was the blonde hair, brown eye combo" he commented confidently.
"I can promise you" I giggled, "your hair is doing absolutely nothing for me".
He looked at me with a fake pained look and asked, "why is that miss Juliet"
"Being blonde is an instant turn off for me" I said shrugging my shoulders.
I could feel the drink slowly starting to wear off with the air and water clearing my head.
"I refuse to believe that" Noah said with further confidence.
"Why's that?" I asked crossing my arms across my chest.
"You can't dislike someone for their hair colour" he stated.
"Well I do" I said.
"Well what if you fell in love with a blonde person?" Noah asked turning the conversation from banterful to serious. "Well I just wouldn't" I answered, "to fall in love with them would imply liking them and dating them first and I don't like blondes and I don't date blondes".
"I think that's utter nonsense" Noah said shaking his head.
"I didn't ask you whether you found my answer to be nonsense or not" I said feeing slightly agitated.
"Don't you think it's unjustified?" He asked staring at me intently. "No at all" I retaliated, wanting the conversation to end I stood up, "who I like and don't like is up to me and can't be helped and that's justification enough!".
"It's only a hair colour?" He asked standing up with me. "That can be implied in every instance" I commented, "it's only skin colour, it's only a gender but you don't question it then?"
"Yeah...well...those are more important" he huffed out, "Not to me, hair colour is important" I said watching the clear confliction on Noah's face.
I began to walk back through the house to make my way home. This conversation and lack of intoxication had depleted my 'fun' and I was ready to go home.
"Where are you going?" Noah asked rushing up to me. "Home" I replied bluntly.
"I didn't mean to offend you" Noah replied like a scorned child, "everyone has a different opinion" I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Exactly, so I should have respected yours" he said, "yes you should have" I replied.
"Let me take you home as an apology?"he asked. I said over my shoulder, "that's not an apology".
"Everyone has a different opinion" he stated using my words against me. I turned around to scorn him but upon seeing the small smirk on his face I shook my head and laughed.
"It better be one hell of a ride home Noah James" I said,
"You bet it will be Miss Juliet" he responded saluting me and slapping a wide smile on his face.
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I Dont Date Blondes
RomanceJuliet Thomas. Self assured. Level headed. Expector of the planned. Firm believer that what she knows is the right way to go. However, Love is not something you can plan for or see coming. It's not something that can be expected or known. Especiall...