What I Think About Love

4 a.m. Conversation

          "Follow me." -Noah said taking my hand.

          "Aren't your parents home? Isn't it gonna be weird that you're bringing a girl in your home at 9 o'clock?" -I said quiet as possible.

         "Don't worry they won't hear us." -he gave me a little smirk by saying that.

         "Why did you just say? I'm not gonna sleep with you!" -I said removing my hand out of his.

          "Woah. How often do you think about having sex with me? It's like everything I say you think I'm gonna get you in my bed." - he looked a little offended.

          "You're right. I'm sorry. Can we just change the subject please?" -I was a bit ashamed right now.

           "Climb up." -he opened little doors on the top of the ceiling and then pulled the ladders down.

            In the next second, we were on the roof. He had a small terrace on top of the roof that was hidden from the road. It was beautiful. You had a clear sight on the whole sky. I was memorized by this place. I could imagine myself drawing here and soaking up all the inspiration this place had to offer. But I couldn't draw here. It still wasn't my place.

            "This place is amazing Noah."-I was slowly turning around looking at the view this place had.

            "I know right. Sometimes when I can't sleep I climb up here and think about all the stuff I'm having on my mind." -he looked in the distance.

            "That's not healthy you know? Overthinking I mean." -I sat down on the floor that already had a blanket on.

            "That's the only place where I can think straight without emotions getting in the way. It kinda clears my head. Do you really think I'm such a whore?" -he asked me and sat right in front of me, looking me in the eyes.  

           "Aren't you?" -I said leaning back a little bit.

           "You're judging and you don't even know me. But you have a point and can not disagree with you." -he said and sat next to me.

            "Why Rose?" -he asked.

            "What?" -I was confused with his question.

            "Why the name Rose?" -he explained his question.  

            "My mother gave it to me. I got it after her."

            "You're moms name is Rose?" -he got confused

             "No!" -I laughed. "My mother used to love roses."

             "Why used to?" -he looked at me with irascible eyes.

              "She died."

              "Well, that was nicely said." -he widened his eyes.

               "You know, you are the first one who didn't say they're sorry or started feeling bad for me." -I said surprisingly.

               "She had a tumour and nobody knew. One day she just passed out and didn't wake up." 

               "I'm sorry to hear that." -he said looking down.

               "I just started to like you because you weren't feeling sorry for me." -I said goofy.

               "Who said I'm feeling sorry for you? I just said that's sad to hear." -he tried to get himself out.

               "Yeah, you're right." -I said with a little smile on my face.
       
                Rest of the night we entered some deep conversations and some stupid ones. If someone heard us they would probably think we don't have all brain cells working. He avoided any questions connected to earlier this day but it was nice. He wasn't that bad after all. He did go on my nerves but not in a bad way.

               "Ro?" -he said when turning his head towards me. He called me Ro.

               "Noah?" -I didn't mind him calling me that way. It didn't sound wrong when he was saying it.

               "I don't want you to get pissed but I have to say it once again."

               "I won't get pissed."

               "You pretty much always get pissed at whatever I say and you're telling me that this time you won't?" -he ironically responded.

                "I'll get pissed if you don't say it already." -I said gently smirking. Aren't I just a funny person?

                "Mason's not good. At all." -he said raising his eyebrows.

                "You don't know him, Noah. He's a gentleman towards me and really cares about others feelings."

                "He's everything but a gentleman." -he rudely laughing.

                "Why are you always so negative? Why do you have a problem with everything?" -I started pissing off.

                "I'm negative?? You're the one who gets angry with everybody's thoughts if they aren't matching with yours and you're the one who can't be happy about your dad finding a new love." -he said angrily.

                "You don't know anything about that so just shut up." -I stood up and headed towards the exit.

                "You need to walk me to the front door for me." 

                I didn't want to bump on his parents alone so he needed to go with me. We weren't speaking. He once again ruined a perfect conversation between us. Meet the jackass across my window.
                 I went straight to bed. It was 4 a.m and my eyes were closing all by them self.

                 "Goodnight Ro." - Noah said on the window.

                I stayed quiet. He can't just be rude in one moment and then nice in other.