Noel’s POV
My eyes flutter open then close back, I roll on my comfortable bed but it seems my body has had enough sleep. I smell coffee and I open my eyes again, this time they say open, I sit up and yawn stretching like a cat in heat. “That’s weird,” I say referring to my closed tight curtain. My room was completely dark not even a peek of sunlight was coming through. I reach to the side to turn on my lamp but it isn’t there anymore, I hit my bedside searching for it but its gone. Who took it? Mum?
I’m about to make my way down and find the door through the darkness but some bright light suddenly shines directly on my face. I scream at the sudden direct light, using my hand and leg as shield to protect my face. Almost immediately a wicked headache hits me like a fucking Brick on the head.
“Ow, not cool.” I say holding my head and closing my eyes from the blinding light, it was bright and big like car headlights and it was the only source of light in my strangely dark room. When my head didn’t feel like it was going to fall off anymore, I squint my eyes at the light. I could see the figure of the person holding in but I can’t tell who it is because its really dark. “Who is it?”
No response, “please can you turn off the light its frying my lens and giving me a freaking headache.” My heart suddenly skipped a bit, I could see clearly so how was I sure this is my room. Well it’s clearly my bed. “Is this a kidnap?”
The giant torchlight moved a little and I was able to catch a glimpse of my predator. “Aaron?” No response and I clench my fist, ofcourse its Aaron, if it isn’t Aaron who else can it be, already ruining my day before it even starts. “Aaron if its you, remove this torch light or I swear…”
The lights suddenly come on making me gasp and move further into my bed. The torchlight goes off and its just my normal room with it’s normal lighting. I see Aaron sitting on a a chair that I’ve never seen before in the middle of my room with his legs crossed, glaring at me. “Good morning Noel.”
I frown and glare back him making my way down from my bed to come strangle him, “morning? How dare you….”
“Sit.” He said in a really deep commanding tone glaring daggers at me. His voice and look scares me a little and i reluctantly sit back on my bed glaring at him.
“What is it?” I ask trying to be as calm as possible.
“Drink.” He said in the same commanding tone pointing to an aspirin on my other bedside and a glass of water.
“Why?” I ask eying the aspirin bottle, and feeling my head ache harshly.
“For your hangover,” he replies. I eye the bottle again before I take it and drink some for my headache.
Hangover? From where?
“Now take the other cup and gently sip out of it,” he says pointing to another cup. I take it in my arms and it warm, I eye the content wearily.
“Aaron its to early for jokes…” I start saying but he cuts me off again.
“Just take it, it’s a recipe for hangovers,” he says. I sip it and surprisingly it’s good, really good.
“Now what?” I ask hoping we were done.
He spins his chair around then turns back to her with holding a stick with a shirt hanging over it. “Recognize this?”
I look at the shirt hanging over the stick and as much as I try I don’t recognize it at all. “No, should I?”.
” Hmm remember the party we went to yesterday? ” he asked putting the stick down and folding his arms again.
“Party?” I asked then I remembered Jesse and Aaron picking out my outfit, Peyton and Nadine coming over, going to a party and being comforter by Quinn…”oh party.”
He smiled a devious smile that made me know I’m going to regret that party. “Remember the park we went to after the party.”
Yes, I remembered drinking, then following Aaron out to the chilly night, walking to a park… Everything is blurry, we played Hide and seek, I told him my dad was in heaven and I wanted to kiss him? Oh my God, I threw up! I threw up on Aaron.
I looked up at him eye wide and saw him etching his brow at me. I drew my legs to myself and withdrew inside my bed until I hit the wooden bed frame. I solemnly bent my head down in remorse clutching the cup tightly in my hands. Oh God, make me disappear.
“You remember?” He asked again then I gently nodded. “Good so then you remember this?” He lift the shirt up again with the stick. Now I understand why he used a stick to lift the shirt. God, I’m so gross. “Do you?”
Lie, lie lie Noel, it’s better if you don’t know, “umm No I told you already. Why should I remember?”
“Maybe because this was one of my favorite shirts, my mum bought this from Paris and you ruined it by throwing up all over me,” he barked out.
My guilty conscience couldn’t take it anymore. “Aaron I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too. I really didn’t.”
“If sorry was everything there wouldn’t be rules and punishment.” He said.
I gulped, “what can I do?”
He got up heading to the door, “get dressed.”
“What why?” I asked wondering what he was up to.
“We’re headed to the mall,” he said already opening up my door.
“The mall?”
“Yes, where else do you want to buy another shirt for me from?” He smirked shutting the door behind him.
I sighed, “you got yourself into this Noel. You got yourself into this.” I got off my bed and checked my self, I was dressed I a really big shirt, my fathers own that I keep for ‘those nights’ if you get what I mean.
My party off was lying on my chair neatly arranged alongside my shoe. My mouth ran dry. “Noel I just hope you were sane enough to change yourself or Mum please be responsible for this.”
I took a long warm shower, ridding myself of all alcohol and vomit stench. I also shampooed my hair so I smell extra nice. I wore black shorts, black T-shirt that had ‘Bitch off’ written in white on top it, black knee boots. I blow dried my hair leaving it in it’s shower wavy nature, but a black beanie on top and finished up with a scarf over my neck. I looked good with the all black thing going for me. Come on let’s face it, I’m going to the mall with Aaron, I might as well have just sighed off my death certificate.
I’m about to leave my room, I’ve already opened the door when I had a second thought. I shut the door with a smile and returned to my dresser. If I’m going to die, I might as well die pretty. I put on some pink lip gloss, mascara and powder to finish. Then I spritz a little perfume around. My mum’s present to me last Christmas, I don’t use it unless in special occasion. I haven’t gone for any special occasion for a while so its kinda brand new.
Is this a special occasion? “God I’m hilarious, I’m just going to the mall.” Yea, with Aaron. I mean I missed our date at Runglobe, this could make up for it. “Noel, who told you it was a date, he was wanted to… I don’t know, talk?” Talk about what? Donald Trump’s hairdo. It was going to be date and I missed it. “Doesn’t matter if it going to be a date or not, this is not a date. Its just going to mall to buy a shirt.” Yeah whatever. “Shut up subconscious, I’m not talking to you.”
“Who’re you talking to?” Jesse asked making me scream as I back away from the mirror and see him standing shirtless by his window looking at me confused. “You know what? Don’t answer I don’t deal with craziness in the morning.” He said clutching his head and walking away.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to drink last night?” I ask him walking to my window. He looked like he was suffering from a bad hangover.
“Yeah that didn’t work out so well,” he said pulling a shirt over his head.
“Are you going to be ok?” I asked looking at the tea Aaron gave me, it worked on me well.
He groaned, “go away Christmas, go continue talking to yourself like crazy people do.”
I frowned, “fuck you!” I closed my window and returned to my mirror. I smiled at my reflection. “You look beautiful Noel,” I said in a low gruff voice. “Why thank you Aaron.” I said in an overly girly voice curtseying. I giggle at myself as I start going down.
I really am crazy.
I smell pancakes and I hurried down my stomach grumbling. Mum’s cooking again? What’s gotten into her? This is not the mother I know. Maybe Grace Caroline Atkins, my mum has been kidnapped bye aliens and they’ve replaced her with some wannabe mum. Nah that can’t happen, can it?.
“Mum?” I ask as I enter the kitchen.
“Yes baby.” Aaron answers in some super creepy motherly high pitched feminine voice that practically sent shivers running down my body and was also damn hilarious at the same time.
My mouth hang open at I stare at him. He has a chef on, with an apron, a pan on one hand and a spatula on another. On the side of his face there’s white flour. He was practically dripping with sexiness. For us girls who watch all those cook shows just so we can see the hot male chef. I have one standing in my kitchen!.
He put the frying pan down, jutted out his hip and placed his hand on top it. Waving his spatula at me, he started talking in the same high pitched feminine voice. “I’ve been waiting for you, what took you so long? I didn’t teach you to waste so much time getting dressed.” He rolled his eyes in the extravagant way, “ha, girls.” He looked down at his chest then me, falling out of character and back to his real self he said, “ok I need boobs to complete the act.”
I couldn’t take it anymore, I doubled over in laughter clutching my stomach. I laughed so had tears beaded my eyes. “Oh God that’s so creepy.”
He chuckled turning, “I do that for my sisters when my mum’s away. Keeps Mafe from crying.”
“Awww that’s so adorable- mum” I cooed teasing him.
He looked away turning back to the stove, I could see the tip of his ears reddening already. “Stop.”
I shut my teeth together to keep me from awwing again. Aaron is just too cute. I opened the fridge and brought out a new cartoon of orange juice. Aaron served the food of strawberry pancakes with enough syrup. “So where’s my mum, my real mum.”
“She’s out, early job hunting.” He said eating his wonderful art.
I couldn’t help but agree that Aaron’s a wonderful cook, the pancakes tasted like heaven. It was the yummiest thing I’ve tasted in a long while. My poor mom, she’s still looking for a job, News York’s s crappy place to find jobs. I just hope she finds one soon. I could feel Aaron’s eyes on me, I looked up and saw him staring at me.
“What?”
“Why do you always wear a beanie?” He ask me pointing his fork at me.
I consciously touched my beanie. “No.. nothing I just like them.” I could tell he didn’t believe me, he kept looking at me with his intense gaze, when I looked up at him he nodded looking away.
We finished our meal in silence. When we finished up, Aaron got up first to place his plate on the sink. I followed him and gave him a back hug. He stiffened as my arms wrapped around him. “Thanks for the breakfast mum.”
We stayed like that for a minute before I pulled away, my cheeks warm and my body missing the contact and body heat and Cologne smell. He turned to me, now facing me, his eyes fixed on me. I looked down at my feet hiding my blushing face. Maybe I went too far, I shouldn’t have hugged him. He might…
I was cut off from my thoughts when he dipped his head down and kissed my cheek. His lips lingered for about 5 seconds before he pulled away.
“You’re welcome.”
I looked up at him frozen with my mouth parted slightly. His eyes looked at me and swept around my face for a minute. Then his hand went up to massage his neck. “Uh… ERM… I’ll meet you outside.” He rushed before walking away.
I was still frozen then my hand reached up to touch my tingling cheek. A wide smile plastered itself on my face.
“Wow.”
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