The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Stop drooling, Clover.

Arielle's PoV

"Gosh, I put this album on once and now you don't stop playing at." Noah smirked, falling down on to my bed, his arms perching him up to look at me.
"Shut up." I scowled, playfully.
"And be careful, you're laying all over my clothes." I pouted to which he shot up, scared I would get real mad at him.
"I totally didn't see them, I swear!" He held his hands up in surrender.
"It's fine." I laughed at him, heading over to them and leaving them on the hangers to hang up in the wardrobe.

"Did you have fun today?" He asked, now sitting himself down on my desk chair.
"We did actually." I nodded my head.
"Didn't mention anymore about this morning then?" He fought back a laugh.
"No, thank god. I could have killed you for trying to give me my bra back." I spoke quietly incase George was to accidentally listen in on our conversation.
"How on earth was I supposed to know that he'd be out there with you?" He defended himself, laughing fully this time.
"Listen?" I suggested.
"Didn't even cross my mind, was too busy admiring the nice lacy bra on my floor." He smirked to which I threw an item of clothing at him. Idiot.

He caught it and held it out in front of him, his eyes scanning down the short satin red dress.
"And where do you think you're wearing this to?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Don't know, out somewhere?" I shrugged my shoulders, walking over to him and taking it so I could hang it up with the others.
"For someone who claims that they don't like dresses, you sure do own a lot of them." He snickered.
"I'm not complaining though, you look very fuckable in them." He added before I could reply.
"Fuckable?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Yeah, like when you wore that dress last night..." he let out a sexual moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Ummm...
"I just wanted to slam you up against the wall and fuck your brains out." The words came out of his mouth so easily. If that were me, I'd be so embarrassed saying that.
"Noah!" I gasped, swatting him on the arm as I leant over him to turn my record player off. That's enough of that.
"Nothing wrong with a bit of honesty, Arielle." It was so sexy when he said my name.
"Also, where's my kiss?" He held his arms out in front of him with a pout. How could he go from so dirty to so innocent in seconds?
"Come here." He patted his lap.

I smiled sweetly, straddling his lap and he looked up at me with a wide grin.
"What?" I asked.
"Got time for a quickie?" He wiggled his eyebrows and on cue, the door bell rang.
"Unfortunately not." I leant down and placed my lips upon his own.
"Arielle, it's for you!" George hollered up the stairs.
"Time to get back to your own room, mr." I pecked his lips one last time before leaving him and heading downstairs where Jason stood, gawking at my brother. Oh no.

"Stop drooling, Clover." I swatted the back of my best friends head, making him snap back to reality. Him being the drama queen that he is, he gripped his head with a wince.
"Ow!" He looked at me with wide eyes.
"No staring." I gave him a stern look and he rolled his eyes at me.
"Nice to see you again, Jason." George laughed, pulling him in for a hug but pulled back before Jason could get too comfortable.
"I'm still waiting for my hug." I pouted at Jason as George wandered back into the kitchen.
He gave me a big grin and pulled me in for a bone crushing hug.
"Gosh I almost forgot how small you were." He picked me up off the floor a little.
"I saw you like two days ago." I laughed, releasing Jason from the hug.
"Two very long, very slow days." He frowned.
"Everything okay now?" He asked, taking the lead upstairs to my room.
"I'll tell you everything in a minute." I wanted to wait until we got into my room for some privacy so I could fill Jason in on everything.

The second we entered my room, Noah was now laying on my bed, a smirk across his face. My eyes then trailed down his body, going wide at the sight in front of me. He was laying shirtless, my bra stretched around his torso.
"Jesus, what have I interrupted here?" Jason looked from Noah to me then back to Noah.
"I wish I could answer that." I shook my head, I never know what goes on in this boys mind.
"I was going to put on a show for my girl but..." Noah stood from my bed, fixing his imaginary boobs in the bra.
"I guess-" he continued, flexing his pecks. Oh good lord.
"I better-" he flicked his hair.
"Head back to my own room." His hand brushed over my arm as he slipped past me.
"Or you can stay and put on a show, I wouldn't mind." Jason smirked at my boyfriend. Is he my boyfriend again? We never properly spoke about it. But I guess so.
"I would love t-" he began but I placed my hands on Noah's chest, well, tried to but the bra got in the way so it was actually quite awkward.
"No." I laughed, pushing him back towards my door.
"You don't know what you're missing, baby." He shook his 'boobs' in my face.
"Oh trust me, I do." I quirked an eyebrow.
"Take it off and get out." I giggled.
"Party pooper." Noah stuck his tongue out at me but paid attention to my words and took the bra off, pecking my cheek and leaving the room.

I shut the door with a smile, turning back to face Jason who was now holding the bra. For gods sake, would everyone just leave it alone...
"Lacy underwear?" He asked with a smirk.
"Who even are you, Miss Hartman." I rolled my eyes, snatching it out of his hands and tossing it into my wash basket.
"Now, please do tell why mr hot stuff was laying on your bed in your underwear." My best friend snickered.

Oh sweet lord.