Apartment 311

Ch | 22

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Twenty-two: "Walker family taco night"

Finally, my bed was set up exactly how I wanted. Noah was pissed after I made him rotate it around the room several times.

The other furniture was at the store waiting to be picked up, and the couch is being delivered tomorrow.

"This is a nice bed," Noah exhaled, falling down onto it. Tired, I plopped down beside him and let out a breath of relief, too. As I stared up at the ceiling, I felt Noah staring at me from the corner of my eye.

"Gael walks in right now," I laughed at the hypothetical situation I made up.

Noah chuckled then groaned. "He's a fucking asshole for that."

I lowered my face to be only centimeters from his and aligned his right eye with my left one only to flutter my eyelashes against his.

Noah laughed and flinched, pushing me back. "What was that?"

Giggling at the funny sensation, I shrugged my shoulders in innocence. "Something I used to do to my mom."

"Do you miss her -home?"

I rolled off of his body and stood at the foot of the bed. "Not yet, but I miss the food," I complained like a brat.

"Now we're talking! Let's get something to eat, I'm starving," he howled, rushing to my fridge only to discover it's empty.

"Surprise," I mocked.

"Brooklyn- what's your middle name again?"

"Noelle."

"Last name? Bran- Branko-"

"Brankovich."

"Right," he corrected himself and restarted. "Tsk tsk. Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich, this simply won't do; we need to eat! Look at me, I'm a full grown man-"

The sound of my iPhone getting a text message distracted me from Noah's humorous rant.

I grabbed it off the counter to see that it was a text from Will that read:

I know you probably deleted my number and won't reply but it's Will. I tried to call but your phone it's always on Do Not Disturb mode. Your mom told me you moved to Cali which is crazy because that's where I'm going next month... I hope to see you soon beautiful. I miss you

Noticing I was zoned out, Noah whistled at me.

"Sorry, what?"

"You, me, tacos," he stated, leaning against the oven with his arms to his chest.

"Tacos? On a Wednesday? What is it, my birthday?!" I laughed and Noah did, too.

"I just know where we can get some - for free!"

I narrowed my eyes at him and put my elbows on the countertop. "Sounds illegal."

"It's not. Come on, I'm hungry, and you look like you can't cook," he teased, running away before I could hit him.

As we ran in circles around the island, my phone went off again. It was another text.

Knowing he'd probably be childish and snatch it, I lunged first after sustained eye contact. Only he was faster and grabbed it before I could.
Because I didn't have a lock on my phone, he opened it and ran to the second bedroom.