Artistic Behavior (#Wattys2014)

Chapter Eleven - Emotional Rollercoaster

//a*n, okay, it has been decided.in two chapters, this book will end. afterall, it is a short story, because i am not good at long stories like "after". haha.
anyway, hope you enjoy.

btw, this might be an emotional chapter. good and bad o: yes, she is going to have a flashback. and good, about her and noah over the past month.

i think. who knows what i will do <3

oh, and to the side, is kind of what i imagine alex looks like.

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Chapter Eleven -

Emotional Rollercoaster

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ONE MONTH LATER

I've always felt complete when I'm with Noah, like right know, with his hands on my cheeks, his body flush against mine, while I have my arms wrapped around his neck. In this moment of bliss, I've never felt more happier. I mean, I've always felt happy with my family and friends, but right now, this is... perfect, as I would describe it.

He pulls away again, his forehead against mine, whispering constantly, "I love you".

So far, Noah and I have been together for a month, without any adults finding out. Whenever we are at lunch, he secretly grabs my hand under the table, lightly running his thumb over my knuckles. We still sneak out at night, escaping into the art room, painting, laughing, anything we could do. 

When I told Alex, it was a week after we officially announced it to one another, us constantly spending time together at night, but not together a lot during the day.

So, when we told Alex, she all but squealed, nearly jumping off her bed, and yelling out into the hallway, waking everyone up, and getting us caught.

But thank god she didn't.

"Hey Alex," I mumble, walking into our cabin, and she looks up from taking off her shoes, smiling at me, then quickly slipping off her boots.

"Hi," she chirps, flicking her boots to the other side of the room, and splaying out across her bed, her head hanging off the mattress, her hair dangling down in waves, while her legs hug against her chest.

"I haven't spent time with you in a while," I say sadly, giving her a pleading look, hoping she agrees to at least do something with me, talk or eat or watch movies.

"Yeah, we haven't," she says, tapping her chin. She thinks for a moment, then she makes a 'woo!' sound, and shakes her head back and forth, her hair swaying, the tips of them slightly grazing the carpet she put there.

"Yeah?" I ask, arching one eyebrow, giving her a curious look. She grins, mischief glistening in her brown eyes, and she manages to get back into a sitting position, pointing toward our door that is closed and locked.

"We, are going to sneak out," she grins cheekily, her dimples popping out. I look toward the door, then back at her, nodding once.

I'm in.

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"This way," she whispers once we manage to get past the hallway to the girls' cabins. I follow her, constantly looking behind us, to make sure no one was watching or following right after.