𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 - bloah

three

hi so im gonna continue this. srry for the late update ive been busy with school and im talking to this cute boy<33 chapters might be rushed or unedited srry😃💔

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Noah parks the car in front of the 7-11 and not even a second later Amelie is out the door and running inside. Noah slumps, sighing, wishing to be alone and away from everyone. They had deviated from the intended route because Amelie needed to use the washroom. The last thing Noah wanted to hear was any more of her whining so he complied with her needs without question.

"God, I'm never giving free rides again.." He mumbles. It doesn't go unheard.

"Well, this is some weird fucking tension you guys got going on." Blake remarks. "Am I missing something here? Did you guys just suddenly decide to hate each other, or what?"

Noah, surprised, shoots him an incredulous look. He thought Blake was asleep. "No? I would never hate Amelie. She's a sweet girl. Why would you think that?"

"That's not what I heard back there."

He must've been awake then, Noah thinks. He should have known. Blake would've been snoring.

"I guess we have our differences, but it's not like I hate her. it's just, people speak so highly of her that I was expecting a warmer personality."

"Oh, she'll warm up eventually. It's probably the jetlag."

"I also didn't expect her to come back so soon. Now she's gonna spend so much time with us, especially with you."

"Is that a problem?" Blake asks curiously.

Noah shakes his head, and turns his head to face forward. Blake sits up straighter in his seat. "No. You flew me out from Arizona after a few months apart and I was just hoping that maybe I- we could.." He licks the inside of his cheek. "Nevermind."

"We could..?"

"Nothing, it's fine. Your new girlfriend's more important anyway."

He feels Blake staring but he refuses to look back.

"..Spend more time together?" Blake questions.

Warmth spreads up into Noah's cheeks. He looks off to his side of the window and purses his lips. "Well.."

Blake laughs and leans a little over the console.
"Look man, she's not gonna hog me forever. I wouldn't do you like that. The homies always come first."

Noah sighs. "..Yeah. I really missed you, Blake."

Usually when they say things like this they'd be joking around but there was some actual genuineness in his voice that made Blake pause for a second. Noah feels Blake's hand creep over and before he knows it their fingers are interlocked. Blake's smiling at him playfully, and Noah can't help but blush, still getting used to his affectioniate nature.

"I appreciate that. We should go on a date or something, you know, just us. Away from everyone for a while. I think that'd show how much I missed you, too."

"We should." He gulps, suddenly feeling very warm. Noah didn't want to know how red his face probably was at that point. But then he remembers Amelie, and temporarily glares at the 7-11, already putting a damper on his mood. Blake notices and can already seem to tell what was on his mind.

"You jealous?"

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. You know what I'm talking about, it's so obvious just from the way you act.." Blake says, looking satisfied with himself.

Noah frowns stubbornly. "Fine, let's say I do know what you're talking about. But why would I be jealous?"

"I really wouldn't know. We live in the same house. Stay in the same room. I'm always here; you could have all of me if you wanted."

Noah's eyes widen and Blake has on that stupid smirk again. His heart is doing those flips in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach started acting up. This feeling makes him act up in ways he usually wouldn't.

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?"
Noah says, closing the distance between them, their hands still bound together.

"Are you flirting with me right now?" Blake laughs breathlessly.

His eyes go down to his lips and wonders how it would feel like against his.

"So what if I am?"

They're only a breath away when Noah is forcefully shoved off. He gasps, his back making contact with the hard interior just in time as Amelie walks out the doors. Blake is staring at the other direction, acting as casual as possible. Noah unlocks the car to let her in.

"God, the washroom was so disgusting." Amelie says, fixing up her hair. "..Well, are you gonna start the car or..?"

"Yeah. I was just- nevermind."

The events that followed after came by in a daze. As Noah rolled out of the parking lot he still had trouble processing what they just did. He tries to send Blake some kind of visual message, trying to know if he'd made a mistake, but Blake wouldn't even look him in the eye-  looking only at his phone or turning around to Amelie. He tries again.

"Blake." His voice stern. "Should I not have done that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Not another word was spoken about their own exchange, as if it never even happened. Noah was forced to pretend too. But Blake's touch still lingers, and he'd do anything to feel the real thing all over again.