Artistic Behavior (#Wattys2014)

Epilouge

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a/n okay, yes, last chapter of ab! this will be short, due to the deadline of the wattys.

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Epilouge

"Noah, where are you?" I yell, my voice echoing throughout the house, silence settling in right after and I frown in confusion. I swear he was here just a minute ago.

"Boo," a voice suddenly whisper behind me, arms wrapping around my waist, and I gasp a little in surpirse, but relax when I realise it's Noah.

"Where were you?" I murmur, trying to untangle his arms from around me, but I fail miserably.

"No where," he grins, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my shoulder.

"Liar," I tease, successfully getting away from him and turning to face him, crossing my arms over my chest, sticking my tounge out like a child.

"No I'm not," he whines, head drooping, his lips pulled into a pouty face.

I give him a look, shutting him up. He suddenly looks up at me, smiles, and runs up to me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

I shriek in surprise, pounding my fists against his back and I can hear his chuckling from my weak attempts to get him to put me down.

"I'm taking you somewhere," he says once I stop and give up. When I hear that, I perk up a little bit, getting a giddy feeling.

After a few minutes or so, he gently puts me down, and I feel dizzy once he does. My blood rushes back to my head, and I put a hand to my temple, rubbing it.

He takes my hand and leads me to a small picnic in the backyard. A table is sitting in the middle of the yard, and two chairs sitting with it. There is a basket on the table with flowers next to them, while on the ground there are candles lighting up the dark space, and I smile.

"It's beautiful," I tell him, and he plants a kiss on my cheek.

He leads me to the chair, pulling it out, and gesturing for me to sit down, and I do. He pushes the chair back in once I'm settled and he sits in his, slightly uncomfortable.

"I. . . um, don't know what to do," he says nervously, and I remember we've never really had a first date. But since we came back from New York a few days ago, it's slightly awkward.

"It's fine, just uh, go with the flow," I laugh, playing with my fingers in my lap.

"Oh, okay," he chuckles nervously before opening the basket, pulling out chocolate covered strawberries, sandwiches and bottles of water.

"Fancy," I tease, even though it really isn't, but I don't care, it's cute.

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After we eat, he tells me he needs to go to the bathroom, so I wait patiently.

I play with the blanket that was lazily placed over the table, sighing in content. It's not a lot, but it's romantic, in some way.

"Um, Dani?" I hear Noah's voice say from a few feet away, and I look over to see him holding a rose in one hand, and a small box in the other.

"I'm not proposing, we're too young," he says before I could say anything. He smiles nervously before giving the rose to me, and I place it on the table as he hands me the box next.

"Open it," he tells me, and I can see his fingers crossed behind his back.

So I do, and inside there is a small, silver ring with a fake, red diamond in the middle and I gasp in surprise. I look up to see him with a blush on his cheeks.

"It's really pretty," I tell him, and he looks back up, smiling a wide smile.

"It's um, a promise ring," he explains, and he grabs my hand that is empty, kissing my knuckles, smiling against my skin.

"I love you," I tell him honestly, closing my eyes, savouring the moment.

"I love you too, Danielle," he whispers, placing a warm hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it, soothing me.

"Can you give me a reason why?" I ask cheekily, and he laughs, but I can tell he nods as I keep my eyes closed.

I open my eyes to hear his response, and he answers me with a little smile, winking, "Because you have this certain, artistic behavior that I love."

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A/N AHA, MY FIRST BOOK DONE, WOOP.