Days With Puck Greene.

Dinner Dates

Noah holds tight to my hand as he leads me into his house. My head is still swimming from his kiss. My heart in hammering in my chest and the song "Boom Clap." Comes to mind. I take in all the pictures hung up on his walls. One of him when he is three. One of him and two adults holding a baby. I was assuming they were his parents. I stop at the one of a man in military uniform. He had Noahs same dark curling hair and stormy eyes. The intense, heated gaze. Noah stands very still behind me, so close I feel his breath stirring my hair.

"That's my Dad." He says. I hadn't meant to be obtrusive and I'm about to apologize for it when he continues, "He's in afghanistan for another year." I felt his hand tighten around mine and squeezed back.

A woman rounds the corner of the hallway, "Noah honey is that you?" She stops when she sees me, looking surprised. My cheeks turn bright red. "Oh hello Dear." She gives me a genuine, almost breathless smile.

I smile back, and Noah says, "Mom this is Puck. She lives next door." He tucks me into his side and her smile grows as she elbows him away from me before wrapping me up in a welcoming hug. I feel a warm bubble in my chest and squeeze back. She smells like Chocolate Chips and vanilla lotion. Like how moms should smell. "Nice to meet you," I murmur.

She releases me and says, "You're welcome here anytime honey. Would you like to stay for dinner?" I feel the smile on my face become genuine.

"Yes I would, thank you." She claps her hands and rushes off to the kitchen squealing something about making snacks. I glance at Noah who's watching the two of us with a look of adoration.

Weird.

This was so not me. I was sitting around Noahs table with the rest of his family, they all smiled and laughed. Noah would fluff up his brothers hair and his mom would scold him with a tiny smile on her face. I talked like I was normal aside from feeding the "baby." It was too much.

"So Puck dear how long do you have to do this project?" Noahs mom asked me.

"A few months maybe?" I try to recall, but my mind is too preoccupied by Noahs thigh pressed against mine, Sure we were wrapped around each other every night, but that was different, the day time made it so much more real.

He brushes my hair behind my ear making me blush and says,"We're gonna go do homework ma." She slides him a warning look and he rolls his eyes taking my hand. We head to his room. I start to ask if he wants to do math first or english, but as soon as the door is closed his hands are on me again.

He presses me against his bedroom wall and his hands go up my shirt around my back. He lips crash down on mine his breathing heavy. "You're so beautiful." He murmurs pressing kisses down my neck. His kisses are rough and insistent, but his hands are gentle. He slides his thumb over my stomach and I feel fire all over my body.

"Down boy!" I gasp shoving him away. He looks more amused than surprised, and I take a minute to catch my breath. "My mom likes you." He says suddenly, he sits on his bed and just watches me for my reaction. 

 "We should do math." I say avoiding his heated, curious gaze.

He gives me a small smile like he knows something I don't.

Weird.

When I get home from Noahs house I find Boyd sitting on the couch with a very serious face on. I put my bag down, but keep feeding the fake baby, frowning. "Where's Amy?" I ask. He points to the shower from which I can hear Taylor Swifts "Shake it off" blasting from her ipod. I nodded and plopped down next to him feeling like my bones were light as feathers.
"What's up Boyd?" I ask.
He scrubs his face; his eyes so like mine look troubled. "I've been dreaming about Dad a lot lately. It's just making me paranoid."
I recoil immediately. My gut clenched in dread and fear twisted it's icy knife deeper into my chest.
"Don't worry about it Boyd. I'm sure it's just because of the dates." There was only about a week before our mothers death date. He nods like I'm making sense and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"So what's going on with you and Noah?" he asks. I sigh rubbign my eyes and shrug not really knowing myself. "What are you going to tell Dalton? You know he's still in love with you."

I give him a hard look, completely unwilling to talk about my past with Dalton. "He isn't, he wouldn't have slept with that girl if he was. End of discussion."

Boyd sighs rubbing a hand over his eyes, looking tired. I feel my heart go out to him, he had a lot on his plate at fifteen. We all did really.

"Go to sleep Boyd, dream happy dreams." I ruffle his hair and head to my room. I put on my pj shorts and tank top before crawling into bed. I had barely shut my eyes when I hear the window slide open. Noahs arms go around my waist and he presses his warm bare chest against my back sliding a knee between mine. "Hi." I whisper. He nuzzles my hair breathing in my scent.

I'm just starting to slip off when I feel him place a small kiss on my neck. "Goodnight." He whispers, I lace my fingers with his and let myself drift off into oblivion.