Noah Mitchell and The Theory of Alternate Universes √ (BoyxBoy)

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"Is it Gomez?" I asked.

"No."

"White?"

"No."

"Jones?"

"No."

"Smith? Oh you look like a Smith." I said pointing at him.

He snorted, shaking his head. His hands hidden within the pockets of his leather jacket. I held my own hands behind me, missing the warmth he provided an hour ago. 

"Elliot Smith. Mmmmm. Sounds like a spy, right?" I said, walking backwards and facing him. I raised my pointer fingers and mimic a firing gun. 

I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He gave me a toothy grin and shakes his head. 

"No." he said. 

"I give up! Why don't you just say your last name?" I rolled my eyes at him. Shifting my hands and pocketing one of them into my jeans, I walked beside him again.

"Because I don't want to." his hands twirling a piece of curl that fell down from his hair. I wanted to touch it, needed to touch it. My hand twitching at my side. Before I could do anything he tuck the strand of hair into his head, returning it. 

I heaved a deep sigh, trying to control myself. 

"But that's not fair!" I exhaled. "I gave you mine." 

"I didn't ask you to, Noah Mitchell." He emphasizes my name, his eyes glinting again, eyebrows quirk. I nudged him gently but didn't say anything else.

"So where do you want to go next?" He asked me suddenly. I stopped then look at him.

"You're asking me?"  I asked baffled.

"Yeah." 

"I told you, I'll go wherever you would." I chance a glance at him. A smirk playing among his lips.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." I said.

"Wherever I go?"

"Wherever you go." I nodded.

I was taken aback, the weight of what I just said suddenly hitting me. I quickly looked at him.

"Not a gay bar though." I said, words rushing out of my mouth before I even know what I was saying. I blushed.

Short breaths came out of Elliot's mouth, laughing. He shook his head at me.

"Damn, well you ruined the surprise." his hand petting my head, as if one would do to a dog. I quickly tilt my head, avoiding his hand and brushing my hand into my hair, fixing it.

"I'm serious." I hissed, glaring at him

"I know." he said, returning his hand into the pocket of his jacket. "You know, just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean I'm going to take you to a gay bar." 

I blushed deeply again. Blood flowing through my cheeks and my neck. 

"I know." I said, embarrassed that I judged him too quickly. 

"Come on, I know a place." he nudged me and started jogging ahead. I followed him closely behind. My feet slow, but my eyes never leaving his body. 

He stopped between two tall buildings. At first I was confused, but then I saw the slightly dilapidated wooden store. At the top of it, A chalkboard that contains the name of the creatively named store "The Bookshop", written in white chalk.

The outside of the shop was already filled with books, displayed within the glass. The white painted wood wall and door complimenting the old feeling of the whole shop. The door held an open sign, 'Open 24/7, you just have to knock!' the sign says.