𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 52: Shut up or I'll punch you on your boob

Chapter 52: Shut up or I’ll punch you on your boob

“How do I look?” I ask Noah, who is playing Halo.

“fine..” he says barely looking at me,

“Fine means crap.” I snap,

“Then good?”

“good means fine.” I tell him,

He pauses his video game and look at me “If fine means crap and good means fine, doesn’t that make good means crap?” he questions,

I groan and hit him with a pillow “you’re useless!!”

“you look nice!” he shouts,

I groan again “agh!! you’re unbelievable!”

“I know, tiger, but now isn’t the time to point out my awesomeness,” I hit him again and storm out, going to my temporary room,

“I’m sorry what do you want me to say?” he follows me back,

“nothing!! you don’t have to say nothing!! you already said I look like s.hit!” I grab my Isabel Marant silky embellished top and go towards the jointed bathroom.

“When did I say that!?” he shrieks,

“When you said I looked nice!” I shout and close the bathroom door in his dumbstruck face.

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“My god, why is it taking so long!!?” I whine,

“Alyson I swear if I hear you whine again I’ll punch you, where it counts.” Noah warns,

“you can’t throw back my threats in my face, dumba.ss, that is so unoriginal..”

“I don’t care if it’s original or not! I will follow through it, in spite of,” he explains angrily,

“so you admit, it’s unoriginal,” I conclude and he takes a sharp intake of breath and choose not to answer that,

After a few minutes I sigh “why is it taking so long,” I hear people around me mutter something about me being annoying,

“Oh my f.ucking god!! Alyson stop moaning!!” he sobs,

“what? I’m just wondering out loud why is it taking so long,” I defend,

“Yeah well you’ve been wondering out loud for the past hour, non-fu.cking-stop, shut up or I’ll punch you on your boob,” he hisses,

“That’s not something, you’re supposed to say in an airport,”

“Oh my god,” he sighs looking up, in search for divine help I guess,

“nor on daily basis, that’s sort of psychotic don’t you think? you’re showing first symptoms of a psycho Noah,”

“great than I can do more than punching you and I would be enjoying it,”

“hey! that’s-” I got cut off by the robotic voice, letting us know that the flight, that Liam’s on has arrived.

“Oh thank god,”

“Oh thank god,”

Me and Noah say at the same time,  although for very different reasons. I thank god because finally my brother is here and he thanks the big guy because I could stop whining. We stood up and walked to the gate, waiting to see my brother’s handsome face. I am jittery with emotions, it’s been a year since I’ve seen him, and I was already bouncing up and down from excitement. I was squeezing Noah’s arm and biting my bottom lip, craning my neck over people’s heads to glance at the entrance. After five minutes, I gave up, seriously how long is it going to take him to freaking get his luggage?