Candid Kisses✔

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Awkward did not begin to describe Noah and I's predicament. We had managed to clean the mess up entirely and true to my calculations, it did take about 15 minutes.

We were both avoiding the topic of what happened... or well didn't happen a few minutes ago.

It became even more awkward when we'd occasionally bump into each other while trying to maneuver our way around the kitchen.

I'm not entirely sure what happened or how I would've felt about kissing Noah.

I am attracted to him physically. I won't deny it. I may have had a few thoughts about him that weren't entirely innocent. But would I like to act on that attraction?

He was still here. He hadn't left after the slushie fiasco. Instead, he decided to sit on my sofa and eat my potato chips.

"So angel, what do we do now."

"I'm not sure. This was your idea. Let's be bored together remember? What do you suppose we do now?"

"I have a lot of ideas about what we can do now angel," he said smirking his eyebrows suggestively.

It was way too early for him to be joking about this kind of stuff. "Shut up." I sent a throw pillow flying towards his head.

"I was talking about watching tv. Gee angel get your mind out of the gutters." his laughter appeared again. I smiled a little at the sound that I've once again managed to make him produce.

"I don't really want to watch tv."

"Okay. What were you doing before I got here?"

I'm not really sure how to explain my obsession with polaroid pictures to people. "I was working on a project."

"What kind of project?"

"I'll just show you. C'mon," I lead him in the direction of my room. I've never brought a guy that wasn't my brother into my room before. There's a first time for everything I guess.

"Looks like you're the one with the ideas now angel," he joked

"Shut up would you." I pushed t door open and walked over to my bed where the pictures were messily thrown across.

His eyes roamed everywhere. Seemingly taking in all the details of my room. It was a normal room with the exception of the polaroid covered wall above my bedroom desk.

"You took all of these?" he asked taking in each picture at a time.

"Yeah. I like taking pictures."

He continued looking around my room, stopping at the edge of my bed and look at the pictures laying across it.

"How long have you been taking pictures?"

"Well, since I was nine years old. My aunt bought me my first polaroid camera. I've been in love with polaroid pictures since then." I smiled at the memory of my aunt.

"What's this?" He asked pointing at the huge book on my bed.

"Oh. That is a photo album. I started working on that a few months ago. It's mostly pictures of family and friends." I told him, lifting the book so I can sit in the spot it was occupying.

"When you said you were working on a project I thought maybe you were redecorating or creating a playlist." he took up a picture that was sitting beside him. I immediately noticed the picture. We took it last thanksgiving when I went home for the holiday.

"Is this your aunt?" Noah asked, holding up the picture to show me.

I nodded in response to his question. "Sara."

"She's pretty. She has your eyes."

"Yeah, she was pretty." Noah looked at me in confusion as to why I referred to her in the past tense. "She died six months ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry." He placed the picture back onto the bed.

"It's okay. It's nice to talk about her for a change. Most people tiptoe around the subject."

"Okay, well tell me more about her then," he said getting more comfortable on my bed

I smiled at his enthusiasm to learn more about me and my aunt. "Well. She traveled a lot but she'd always come back to visit after a few months. She'd bring me a new camera for me each time she returned. We were pretty close. She was more like a big sister to me."

"How many of these cameras do you have?" he said, picking up a pink one I had amongst the pictures.

"Too many." I laughed.

I really did own a lot of cameras. Probably only two of them weren't polaroid camera. When I was around 13, I tried using regular cameras. I didn't like them as much. It was too much hassle.

I hopped off the bed and knelt down to retrieve my trunk that I had safely tucked under my bed.

"This is where I keep all my cameras and every single picture I've taken since I first held a camera. I have them organized in order of dates or events."

Noah joined me on the floor as I opened the huge trunk. "This is my favorite camera. It's a polaroid sun 600. I got this one on my sixteenth birthday. I thought my aunt wasn't going to show up because her plane had gotten delayed but a little before midnight she showed up to my room with this camera."

"Your aunt sounds pretty cool. I wish I could've met her." He offered me a smile. It wasn't one of pity like most people offered whenever they spoke about her. It was one of sincerity and maybe a little sympathy. I knew Aunt Sara would've loved him.

"I can almost imagine the horror of that. You two would've'made quite the pair." I laughed at the image.

"What are these?" Noah took up a stack of cards with writings. "Falling in love should be like polaroids... instant," he said reading the content of the first card.

"Whenever she gifted me with a camera she'd write me a card with the cheesiest polaroid quotes. That one actually came with the polaroid sun 60. Her way of giving me advice."

"Was it ever like that for you? Falling in love I mean."

He was asking if I've ever been in love. I'm not even sure I understand the concept of love let alone to have felt it. I loved my aunt. And I love my friends and my brother. But have I felt the type of love he was referring to before?

"No. I don't think so." I answered. "Have you."

"No. Not yet at least." His smile reappeared. I hope I'm never the reason his smile disappears.