The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

What? I'm not hungry.

Noah's PoV

I was awake long before Arielle. I was thirsty, hungry and busting for a piss.
So here we are, sitting outside a little diner, hardly anyone in sight. The less people the better. I can't deal with human interaction today.

I leant over, nudging Arielle awake.
"Mhm." She hummed.
"You want breakfast?" I asked. She pursed her lips but nodded, sitting up with a yawn. She looked so drained, as I'm sure I did too. Sleeping in this piece of shit car last night was horrible. I probably only managed to get three full hours of sleep in total.

I turned off the engine, opening up my door and stepping out feeling the warm breeze hit my cheeks. This was much better than the torrential rain last night.
I looked down at my top, heading to the boot for my bag where I pulled out a clean top. I was quick to swap them over, Arielle joining beside me.
"Ready?" I asked and she nodded.

I knew she was still mad at me about last night and I feel like most of today I'm going to be given the silent treatment.
We sat ourselves down in a booth in the corner, only two other people had occupied the place before us. It seemed alright in here, maybe a bit on the dodgy side but what can we do about it?

The waitress swiftly made her way over to us, a big smile slapped across her old face. Who is ever this happy at half seven in the morning? Oh yes, this lady.
"Good morning chaps, what can I get for you today?" She had a deep southern accent, not what I pictured her to sound like at all.
"Well if you let us look at the menus before bouncing over here..." Arielle mumbled and my eyes went wide, praying that this woman hadn't heard her.
"Yes, sorry." The waitress apologised, handing both Arielle and I a menu each. I scanned my eyes over the different selections selecting one quickly.
"I'll just have some egg on toast please." I nodded up to her, watching as she jotted it down on her notepad.
"And for you?" She turned to Arielle.
"Just some orange juice." Arielle answered. No please. No thank you. Nothing. She was normally the polite one.
"Sure." The waitress took the menus off us and wandered off to the kitchen.

I looked at Arielle with my eyebrow raised.
"What? I'm not hungry." Her shoulders slouched down into the comfy chair, looking out of the large window next to us.
"You didn't say please or thank you. That's not like you." I frowned at her.
"Neither is upsetting my father but I guess that's who I am now." Oh my god, she's so dramatic. He'll forgive her in time, he has to.
"Well I'm going to go piss." I sighed, getting up to find the toilets.

Once I returned, we sat in an awkward silence as we waited for our food and drink to turn up. Arielle remained silent as I thanked the waitress with a warm smile.
"Enjoy." She grinned before walking off again.
"She definitely fancies you." Arielle rolled her eyes.
"Seriously?" I raised my eyebrows.
"She's like seventy odd." I laughed at her jealously.
"Might like the younger ones." She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of the orange juice. How wasn't she hungry?
She's never one to turn down food.

"Are we going to talk or are we just going to sit here in silence?" I asked her as she tried everything to avoid eye contact with me.
"Talk about what? How we fucked everything up?" She kept her eyes on her fingers as they slowly twisted the glass around.
"We didn't fuck things up." I sighed, cutting up my food and placing it in my mouth. Boy did it taste good.
"Really? Because our parents seem to hate us now." She finally looked at me, her eyes still puffy from crying last night.
"If you're going to blame anyone, blame your brother." He was the one that brought it up to our parents, we were doing an alright job at hiding it until he showed up.
"Oh I see how that works for you, blame everything on George just like you blame everything on everyone else. You never admit that you're in the wrong." Her voice was quiet yet harsh. At least she still had a little bit of respect to not fully lash out at me in a public place.
"Bullshit." I squinted my eyes at her.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

If this is how it's going to be from now on, I don't know how long I can keep my cool. She can be so frustrating at times. I get it, I understand. She's been kicked out of her home and pretty much disowned by her only parent but newsflash everyone, I have too. Sometimes you need to suck it up and deal with it. That's what I'm trying to do anyway. I'm hurting, trust me, I am. The way my mum looked at me as I walked out of that house yesterday... I almost don't think she'll ever forgive me for this.

I let out a sigh as I continued to finish eating my breakfast, paying the lady and leaving a small tip before we walked back out to the car again.

She was still silent as she buckled in her seatbelt.
"You're making this really hard for me to not spark that." I pointed to the spliff that still sat in the ashtray from last night. I was waiting for her to say something like 'i can't believe you've still even got that, you're such a dick' but she didn't.
"Well you've started it so you may as well finish it." Her voice had no tone to it whatsoever but I knew she was testing me so I picked it up and tossed it out of the window.

There, now it's gone. Reckon she'll cheer the fuck up a little bit and stop being grumpy with me?