The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

You're unbelievable.

Noah's PoV

I sucked the back the marijuana smoke as I listened to the heavy breaths of a sleeping Arielle. She had passed out not too long after we left the house and now we're parked up in some empty car park in the middle of nowhere. We were about a 45 minute drive from home.

It wasn't long before I felt the relaxation I've been longing for. This is such a bad habit for me to be getting myself back in to. I'm also cautious of her waking up and smelling it on me.

I reached forward, clicking the radio on and turning it to the lowest volume, just loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough to wake her. I slouched back in my seat, blowing the smoke out of the window. If this is how we're going to be spending our nights from now on, I can't have her with me. I can't put her through this weird homeless shit and having no where to go. What's she going to do when I need to go to work? Without a job, we'll never be able to get by. I guess we could get a hotel but that's no good, it'll only last us a few days. They're so expensive around here.

Arielle stirred in her sleep and I panicked, stubbing the joint out and hiding it in the little car ashtray.
"Noah?" Her voice was quiet as I quickly attempted to shoo the smell out of the open window.
"Are you smoking weed?" She was now sitting up, her eyes looking at me disappointingly.
"Yes." There's no point in lying to her, she can already smell it.
"You're unbelievable." She scoffed, turning her back to me and laying back so she was facing the window.
"I'm sorry." I went to place a hand on her arm but she swatted me away.
"Don't touch me." Ouch. I knew I had fucked up. Again.
"And don't even bother explaining yourself, I tell you time and time again that I don't like it yet you just don't listen." Yup, I've hurt her feelings. Go me! Note the sarcasm.
"I can't help it." I shook my head. I really do think my addictions coming back.
"Whatever, smoke your life away. I don't care anymore." She mumbled and I placed my head in my hands. She's mad at me and there's no way of escaping. We're trapped in this small car together and I just have to sit here knowing full well she's got the hump with me. It will be ok in the morning though... right?

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Arielle's PoV

You know when you're just so fucked off with the world and yourself then something else comes along and really puts the icing on the cake? Yeah well that's right now. I knew I could smell something, I thought I was dreaming at first.

I understand that weed isn't that harmful but it's still a drug. I don't want to be around someone that can't go ten minutes without smoking something because they're stressed and upset. He's told me about his previous addiction with weed once before and I thought he was over it. That's twice in the space of a couple of days but it makes me wonder if it's more because where in the hell did he get that one from?

"Please don't be mad at me." I felt the car shake, signalling that he's moving around in his seat. This car was so uncomfortable, I don't think i can go many nights in here. Why don't we just book a hotel or something? Oh yeah, because I'm poor and now have no money.
"Well I am." I snapped.
"I won't do it again, I swear." I felt him play with my hair gently.
"You say that every time." I used my hand to pull my hair out of his touch and round my shoulder to the front of me.
"But I mean it." Hes lying. I know it.
"Well then answer me this, would you have told me if I didn't catch you?" I asked and he stayed silent for a few seconds.
"No." He huffed. I knew it.
"Great, so know I feel like I can't trust you and what is a relationship without trust, huh?" I instantly regretted my words the second they escaped my lips but maybe it's the kick up the arse he needs.
"Look, you're tired, I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning." Noah turned the engine off completely, leaving us in silence.
"Fine." I mumbled in response, closing my eyes again.

Not another word was said and the only sound heard was the rain hitting the windows. It would have been peaceful if we were in a nice area with lights around us but being wherever we are here makes me feel like I'm going to get murdered any time soon. Okay, I'm scared. I'll admit it.

I turned back around to face Noah, the moonlight lighting him up ever so slightly. He had his eyes closed as he ran his hands up and down his top in a soothing manner. I've noticed he does that when he seems anxious.
I licked my lips, reaching over and grabbing his hand. He jumped at my touch, opening his eyes to look at me. With a small smile, he intertwined our fingers, bringing the back of my hand up to his lips.
"I love you, baby." He whispered.
"I love you too." I kept my hand in his as I wiggled to get comfy.

This is going to be a long, horrible, uncomfy night and god knows there may be a few more of them.