Inked [oney x oc]

3 - Noelle's Big News

Noelle's POV

The next day, I decided to try my hand at some independent coding projects I had.

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"Noelle!"

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"NOELLE!"

My head snapped up from my computer as Zach walked into the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" I blinked, looking up at him.

"Uh, do you... are you busy?" He asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Tomar's running late and I need a ride to Chris's house in an hour or so."

I sighed, saving my coding progress. "Sure. I have a doctor's appointment out that way anyways. You got lucky this time," I smiled, shutting my laptop off.

"This time?" He asked. "Why can't I just get a ride from my favorite roommate?"

"I'm your only roommate, and I never give you rides because you make me stop for sandwiches every single time," I laughed.

"Sorry we have no food in the house! At least I don't make you stop for something insane or expensive, like a fuckin.... filet mignon," Zach chuckled back, leaning against the counter.

"We leave in forty minutes," I smiled, hopping up to get dressed.

Forty minutes later, Zach and I were driving toward's Chris' house. I saw a Wawa up ahead and I prayed that Zach wouldn't notice it.

"Hey, can you stop really quickly just for-," Zach started.

"Are you serious?" I asked, already watching myself get into the proper turn lane so he could get a damn sandwich.

"We don't have any bread at the house! What was I supposed to do?" He asked.

"Buy some?" I suggested, pulling up to the front of the store. "Can you just not make me late for my appointment? That's all I ask."

"Yeah, it'll be quick, I'll get you something," Zach said, hopping up and running out.

He was back pretty quickly, in his defense, with a strawberry smoothie in hand.

"Here," he said, handing it over to me. He knew me well.

"Thanks. You're on thin ice, though," I chuckled, taking a sip.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said in a goofy voice, unwrapping his sandwich to take a bite. Mustard went everywhere.

"Zach-," I said, my breath hitching. I loved the guy, but he knew how to push every button I had in a matter of seconds.

"I brought napkins, it didn't get on the carpet part, so just, calm down for two seconds, Noelle," He said, digging through his Wawa bag.

"I wish I could," I sighed, coming to stop at a red light. "There's napkins in the glovebox."

"You're so high-strung," Zach mused as he popped open the glovebox. "Like, get laid or something, damn."