Roses And Guns

6

The hell he's talking about?

It's as if my heart had stopped beating.

I was staring at him, with my mouth agape.

I looked probably funny, coz Noah broke into fits of laughter.

And I was blank.

Confused and immobile.

"You should look at your face." He slowed down, his hysterics turning to small giggles.

To be honest, they were sounding adorable.

This was the first time, I heard his laugh, other than witnessing his irritated face.

And it was quite good to hear, I would say you.

But, I had no idea of what he said earlier.

He licked his lips, turning towards me, his smile still lingering on his lips, "You love your money too much. Anyways, I was kidding. But, yeah, if I be honest with you, I and Blake have actually stole."

This time his smile turned into a smirk and I was confused more than ever.

"Y'all stole?" The words came out as a whisper.

"Yeah. We did. Well, only once, though. We lost all our money for getting some petrol and we were hungry. So, there was this man, there, rich and quite a bit rude too, we took his wallet and slipped the money back into our pockets. He didn't even notice." He grinned.

"What else do you do?" I squinted my eyes.

I knew this boy had no manners! And didn't have any good quality!

He rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon, we ain't rich like you. We needed food and were hungry. And that man, had everything, over that was shouting at an employee there. He deserved it."

I was not having it.

"Stealing is stealing. That you steal from a rich or a poor man, doesn't matter. That's hard earned money, Noa-"

"What if that's from illegal methods? You never know, rich girl." For some reason, he clenched his jaw, staring at me, nope, glaring.

He looked scary.

I gulped. Why is he so bipolar?

A sigh from his lips, and his normal face was back again.

Bipolar ass.

"We shouldn't have come. We don't even enjoy each other's company and we get into topics that just make the air worse. Just like this." Noah ruffled his hair.

It was almost three thirty. The sun would be showing it's rays within minutes.

Well, it's actually true.

We are getting into topics that make me believe that this teen boy in front of me is something that I haven't heard before.

"Well, then, let's just talk about the guy, your friend, Lucas, the blue eyed one. What does he do?" I tried to change the topic.
It was indeed getting awkward.

Noah clicked his tongue, "Well, he is the cute guy, that you like. He is mannerful, won't fight back for getting blamed over something that he didn't do and just accept everything. And yeah, it's his part time job, in the restaurant. He flirts well and is serious in academics and is single. Wanna know something more?" His eyes grazed over mine and I stared back.

He was being sarcastic, wasn't he?

"Something is seriously wrong with you, help me up." I wanted to stand and leave.