What happens in Vegas

27| Voila

Chapter 27: Voila (Bella's POV)

All of us stood outside, our suitcases and bags with us while we waited for our cars to come to get us. Charlotte's mom came in first and picked her up and Oli was off after that too. 

"I'm really tired," Ava sighed, leaning against a pillar. "That's my mom," she said, standing up straight and grabbing her bags. 

"Bye," I waved at her. 

"Bye," she waved. She walked over to the car and put her bags in the trunk before running back over and kissing Lucas quickly. We saw how he grinned and stood there, smiling sheepishly while her car drove off. 

"Don't even think about saying anything," he said to Noah while grabbing his suitcase and heading to his car. 

"Oh, not even how-" I smacked my hand over his mouth, laughing while his arms tightened around my waist when we noticed our cars pulling up, one behind the other. 

"That's my dad," I sang, turning to face him. 

"I don't see him," he mumbled. I smiled, pushing his hair back. 

"I have to go," I whispered. 

"No, you don't," he shook his head. 

"I do," I argued. 

"No," he whined while I pulled up the handle and adjusted it on my suitcase. 

"Yes," I laughed. I grabbed my backpack which I put down on the floor and pulled it over my right shoulder. I turned around and saw my dad waving at me with the window rolled down. I waved back while walking but Noah grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. I didn't even get a second to spare a word, that's how quickly he pressed his lips to mine. 

I kissed him back for a minute before slowly pulling away. "Don't do that," I whined, tucking my hair behind my ear. 

"Can I just stay with you?" he asked. 

"Noah, we just got home," I laughed, "You can see me tomorrow. Call it a date," I said. 

"Where?" he questioned. 

"Wherever you want. Text me." 

"Give me your number." 

"You don't have my number?" I asked in surprise. 

"Mm-mm," he shook his head, already holding out his phone. 

I quickly typed it in before turning around. I avoided looking at my dad and walked over to the back, pulling the trunk open. I put my backpack in there and my suitcase was put in there for me. I looked to my right and saw Noah standing there, his backpack on his shoulders, his suitcase by his side. 

"Thank you," I smiled. 

"No problem," he replied. He closed the trunk and I walked on over to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me, and at this point, there is no way he's not going to say hello to my dad. I slipped into the car and he shut the door, leaning down through the open window. "Hi, Mr. Miller," he grinned. 

"Noah," my dad nodded, looking between me and him. 

I looked at Noah, avoiding my dad's eyes while a blush crept up my face and a smile tugged at my lips. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said to me. 

"Oh, we're seeing him tomorrow!" my dad sang. 

"Dad!" I groaned. 

Noah laughed, taking a step back. "Bye," he grinned. 

"Bye," I smiled. 

He leaned down quickly and kissed me. 

"Oh, we're kissing!" my dad sang.