{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

In which the bad boy falls for the shy girl, and in like every other classic love story the shy girl feels the same for him. 𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆡 He hummed, "Tell me something else." I furrowed my brows, my lips coming out in a pout. "Like what?" "Anything." Noah shrugged his shoulders, his eyes shining as a cheeky smile appeared on his pink lips. "As long as it's coming from your lips, it doesn't matter what it is." For effect he moved his hand to my chin, his thumb lightly running across my bottom lip with his eyes watching his own movements while i watched him. A simple action like this felt so intimate and exciting, but at the same time so familiar and comfortable. It was making my skin tingle and my heart jump; and just in this moment i wished his touches would always make me feel like this. I prayed for it. Looking at him now, i couldn't imagine a day without knowing him. [ REWRITTEN VERSION ] [ MORE OF THE DESCRIPTION IN THE FIRST CHAPTER ] [credits to the owner of the cover!]