Noah :
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and left the bathroom. Wandering in to the living room, I saw Dean engrossed on the Xbox, playing Call of Duty and currently blowing someone’s head to smithereens. Nice shot dude, I said appreciatively as I walked past him and in to the kitchen.
I am the king of Cod, he whispered, fist-pumping the air without even looking at me. Once he starts playing, it’s like he pretty much goes in to a trance.
Chuckling to myself, I put the kettle on and turned around, leaning against the kitchen counter. Our apartment is kind of small. The kitchen and living room are joined, and the small hallway at the opposite end leads to two bedrooms and a bathroom. You could call it a bachelor pad I suppose. It had certainly been used as that in the past. Dude, the left, to the left ! I yelled at Dean as I watched him playing.
Shut your pie hole ! He yelled back. I got this !
Quickly throwing a teabag in to a mug, I stepped forward so I could get a better view of the screen. Dude…. I said, knowing what was about to happen.
I watched amusedly, as Dean jumped up from the sofa and stepped towards the screen, pressing the buttons with brute force, as if that would help him not die. Come on you pansy ass solider. Run God dammit, run ! He screamed, staring intently at the illuminated screen.
I tried to hold in my laughter as his character got killed under a hail of gunfire, just like I’d anticipated. Biting my lip, I just turned around and reached for the kettle. It was steaming, indicating that it was ready to pour. So I did just that, aware of the silence that was radiating from the living room. Don’t even say a word, I heard Dean mutter behind me.
As if I would, I smiled, peering over my shoulder. I know how tense you get, especially when you cock it up like a three year old.
I knew you were just waiting to say something, Dean huffed behind me. I’m going to my room to throw a strop and wreck the joint.
Don’t be such a drama queen ! I yelled, laughing as I watched him stomp through the living room towards his bedroom, a severe look of annoyance plastered on his face as he glanced back at me. Before he reached his bedroom door, he flipped me the bird and walked in, slamming his door.
I took it all in my stride. Dean gets very passionate about his Xbox, and when he loses, he always throws a massive hissy fit. I find it hilarious. Taking my cup of tea to the worn out sofa, I plonked myself down and got ready to play COD. My aim was for him to come back out later and see how I’d overtaken him. It drives him up the wall, so of course I like to do it on a daily basis. As I set the cup down and reach for the controller, I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen counter. Sighing, I got up again and walked over to it. However, my annoyance at being interrupted vanished when I saw the caller I. D on the front.
Hey sis ! What’s up ? I smiled happily. My sister, Jackie, was a bit older than me, 24 years old to be exact and she was getting married soon, so when she calls, you pick up the phone or forever face her wrath.
Yo Noah, how’s college going down there in sunny California ? she asked, sounding relaxed for the first time in months.
It’s good ! Things are going fine, I answered, hoping she wouldn’t ask me the question she always asks me. But of course, she did. I guess that’s just what sisters are for ; to annoy the crap out of you.
Great ! she said happily, Soooo, have you met anyone ?
Why ? I asked her dramatically. Why do you always ask me that question ? Never, ‘How’s Dean ?’ or ‘How’re the classes going ?’ Oh no, it’s always, ‘Have you met someone ?
I huffed out a breath when I heard her chuckling on the other end of the line. What’s so funny ? I snapped.
Well, all the times that I’ve asked you that question, you’ve just said ‘No,’ but this time you full on babbled, almost as if you’re dodging the question, little brother.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried not to throw the phone out the window. I suppose there’s this one girl that I have my eye on, I said, trying to ignore the scream of delight that reverberated through the phone. Jeez, do you have to scream that loud ?
Noah, you’ve never bought a girl home or anything, never even mentioned one, Jackie cried happily. This is a big step for you, I kinda thought that you were gay.
W-what ? I guffawed, struggling to form words. I am not gay ! I’m just not the relationship type.
But what about this girl ? She asked, Oohhhh ! Are you bringing her to the wedding ?
NO ! I’ve only just met her, and besides, she keeps resisting my advances, I muttered unhappily, remembering the first day I met her outside of College and the way she had shot me down.
I frowned when I heard Jackie burst out laughing on the other hand. I like this girl already. If she’s knocking you back, she must be some girl. Hope I get to meet her…
Yeah well, don’t bet on it, I mumbled unhappily. All of a sudden, a knock came from the front door. Hey Jackie, listen, I gotta go, someone’s at the door.
Alright, I’ll ring you in a few days. Bye.
Hanging up the phone, I threw it on to the kitchen counter and hiked up the towel that was around my waist, only just realizing that it was beginning to ride dangerously low on my hips. Running a hand through my wet hair, I walked over to the door and grasped the handle, turning it and swinging the door open. I grinned as I saw Lily standing there, dressed in baggy grey sweats and a loose fitting white t-shirt. She had no makeup on and her hair looked like it had just been washed. And I had never seen her look more beautiful. Staring at her, I was amused to find that her mouth was parted slightly as her eyes raked over my half naked body. I could see a faint blush creeping up her neck and on to her pale cheeks. My mind drifted as I wondered what else would make her blush.
I, uh… She muttered, before lapsing back in to silence, still staring at my bare chest.
I laughed, watching her staring at me. It was obvious that she was attracted to me ; I just needed to make her realize it. So uh, Lily. Did you come here for a reason ? I smiled, Or did you just come to gawk at me like you seem to do on a daily basis ?
She quickly glanced up at me, a frown on her face. I was not staring, I just noticed that uh She stuttered, going a brighter shade of red.
That what ? I asked, cocking my eyebrow at her.
Ummm… she cringed, scratching her head. I was uh looking at your towel. Is it 100% cotton ?
I burst out laughing, shaking my head at her. You really do amuse me, I whispered, taking a step towards her. So, what are you doing here ?
She grit her teeth, taking a small step back. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that she was too afraid to be too close to me, because of what she may end up doing. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through my chest. I, well, I just came to say thanks for last night. You know, with those guys and everything.
A spark of rage coursed through me as I remembered those guys from last night. The way they had had their hands all over her. I clenched my fists by my side, trying to calm down. It’s fine, don’t worry about it.
I know, I just wanted to say thanks though, she smiled up at me.
You’re welcome, I grinned.
I mean, at first, I thought you were a cocky player who only thought with his pants. You know, an annoying and arrogant know-it-all that thinks he’s God’s gift to women. A general asshole, if you will…
Arching my brow at her, I leant against the door frame. I love it when you talk dirty to me, I whispered, leaning forward so my lips were only an inch away from hers. I heard her breath catch in her throat, and I gulped as I saw her bite her lip. Don’t do that, I warned huskily, not being able to take my eyes off her.