The New Kid: A Noah Centineo Fanfiction

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Noah's P.O.V.:

Marleigh followed me inside, carrying her shoes in her hand and she followed me down to the basement where my room is.

"This is my crib!" I said, inviting her into my room.

She smiled as she looked around, taking it all in, "This is so nice!"

She walked on the carpet and I could see her wiggle her toes, it was adorable. She stopped herself when she saw the mirror and looked to see her makeup had run down her face, "Oh my god...."

"What's wrong?" I asked, making sure she wasn't uncomfortable.

"I look like a mess..." She said softly.

"Do you..." I tried to think of how to make her feel better, "Do you want to shower or something? I could give you some clothes to change into for now."

"Do you know if you have makeup remover anywhere?" She asked, nervously.

"Um, my sister might have some, let me check." I said before I went upstairs and then up to the second level of the house to check Taylor's bathroom.

I rummaged through her cabinets and bathroom closet and grabbed everything that could possibly pass as makeup remover before rushing back downstairs to the basement and into my room.

I found her sitting on my bed, quietly, and she looked up at me and laughed softly when she saw me with my arms full of stuff.

"I didn't know what exactly to look for so I kind of just grabbed everything that might be what you needed..." I unloaded everything onto the bed next to her.

She tilted them all towards her so she could look through them, "This," she held up to show me, "Is a melting balm, so good job there..." She looked through the rest of them, "And these," she held up a pack of wipes, "Are makeup remover wipes, so good job again."

"Did you want to shower?" I asked, nervously. I wasn't sure what she would be comfortable with.

She thought about it for a few seconds before answering, "That sounds really nice."

I gave her a smile before turning around and going through my dresser to find something for her to wear. I think all of my clothes will be gigantic on her, but I don't know how my sister will feel about me giving her clothes to a stranger.

"This is probably the smallest shirt I have, it's a size medium, it's from when I was a freshman and we won the state championship for football and I just can't get rid of it..." I showed it to her and she smiled at me.

"I'm honored that you would let me borrow it." She smiled back as she took it from me.

"As for shorts..." I started digging through my drawers and I found a pair of basketball shorts that might fit her but they might just fall right off because her waist is so small.

"Do you have like boxer shorts maybe?" She suggested.

That was not what I expected to come out of her mouth... She wants to wear my boxers?

"They would probably fit better than basketball shorts... I mean, your waist is probably twice the size of mine." She giggled.

"If you're comfortable with that." I gave her a small smile and she nodded.

I grabbed a pair and handed them to her before she left my room to shower. Not even two seconds later, she came back to ask me where the bathroom was.

I couldn't help but laugh and I walked her across the hall to show her the bathroom and gave her a quick tour in case there was anything she might need. She was so appreciative of it and she kept thanking me for everything.