Noen was astonished as you asked him to help you grab something from a shelf you couldn't reach. He had expected you to carry on with your silent treatment that had started earlier in the day after an argument.
'Why are you talking to me?'
You shook your head, 'don't worry about it, I'll just get a chair or something.'
'No, no, I'll help,' Noen quickly got up off the couch and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed the cereal off of the shelf and handed it to you. You silently thanked him with a nod and turned around to get a bowl out of the cupboard.
'Why are you eating cereal at four in the afternoon?'
You placed the cereal box and your bowl on the counter next to the milk before looking up at him, 'because cereal is amazing and I say it can be eaten at any time of the day.'
You poured your cereal and went into the living room, sat down and started to feast on your fruit loops.
Noen stood next to the couch, staring down at you as him hands laid on the armrest.
'Why are you staring at me?' You didn't look at him as you spoke.
'I want you to talk to me.'
'I am talking to you.'
'No, normally. I want you to talk to me like you're not angry at me.'
'Well, I am angry at you.'
'Why?' Noen's voiced raised slightly as he asked the question, exasperated.
'Because that stupid girl was all over you and you did nothing to stop it.'
'I can't help girls finding me attractive!'
You glared up at him, your lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed as you got increasingly madder by the second.
Noen noticed your expression and sighed, 'I'm sorry, okay, I just want you to talk to me and you're not and it's frustrating.'
'Well, maybe, you should've told that girl that you have a girlfriend.'
'I did!'
'Mhm.'
Noen grumbled under his breath before kissing you. You tried to push him away but it was hard to do so while trying to make sure your sacred fruit loops didn't die.
He grabbed the bowl from you and you gasped against his lips, offended by his action.
He pulled away, staring at you as he placed your cereal bowl on the coffee table.
You both glared at each other before he grabbed your wrist, pulled you up off the couch and pushed his lips forcefully onto yours.
You tensed for a moment before giving in, your hands coming up to rest on his jaw as his hand traveled to your back, to push you tighter against his chest.
You both parted, stepping back from one another and he asked, 'we good?'
'Yes, can I have my fucking fruit loops now?'
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Short and sweet.
xx.
