I pick out one of my cutest dresses before heading to the shower. I wash my hair so I take extra long in the bathroom. Rushing out, I put the straightener on then start getting dressed. The flower printed dress had a little opening at the back but there were ropes which I could tie just for beautification. I do a 360 in front of the mirror when I'm done fixing the dress.
The dress is pretty but I'm not.. I look too fat in this. I sigh taking the dress off. I go back to my closet and after a while of scanning through it I settle with a top and jeans. It's way better than that dress. At least I think.
I straighten my hair and put on some lip gloss. I pause looking at my self in the mirror as I sit in front of it. I pull out the drawers. My eyes fall on the makeup kit inside it and I stare at it for a while before picking it out.
I've never put on make up before, well just once- on my aunt's wedding in middle School- and I don't think I looked my best.
I sigh.. no, I shouldn't. I put the kit back into it's place then shut the drawers close. Just the lip gloss is fine or is it? Noah likes girls with makeup. Loren's one of them and she's always on makeup but it fits her perfectly. He also likes girls who wear revealing clothes and I'm always covered up. I can't wear crop tops or short skirts because I'm fat.
I wipe the lip gloss off with the back of my palm. It was so stupid of me to even think of putting it on. I wipe it again with the front of my palm this time.
After giving myself a little pep talk and one last look in the mirror, I find myself walking down the road to Noah's house. I push the doorbell and I hear it ring inside the house. I move back taking a few deep breaths. It's gonna be okay Abby. Nothing's going to go wrong.
The door opens and I see Loren opening the door for me. You have got to be kidding me. I'm almost hyperventilating as I take slow steps backwards. No no no no.
"Who's there?", I hear someone ask from inside and Loren gives me a shitty look.
"A rando", she says and Noah opens the door widely and when he sees me he gives Loren a look before taking her hand, he pulls her to her car.
"Bye Loren", he says with an off tone.
"No Goodbye kiss", she says biting her bottom lip in what she'd think- no scratch that cause he'll also think that way too. They both think it's a sexy gesture. I mean, she is biting it seductively.
Noah sighs, "Not now Loren".
"Why? Because of the fat girl", she says and I look away dejectedly. In an attempt to not stand there idly I put a hand on my other, holding it's elbow tightly.
"Don't call her that", Noah warns and I'm half surprised that he's helping me out.
"Why? She's fat isn't she? and why is she even here, she's a creep. She literally wanted to watch us have sex-",
"Loren!", Noah yells and she's in shock but she recovers after a while scoffing before getting into her car. She backs out of the driveway and onto the road and for a moment I'm praising her driving skills in my mind. We both watch her drive away and when Noah faces me I come back to reality and it hits me hard in the face.
"I'm-", Noah starts but I don't let him finish because I Know what next his going to say and majorly because I don't want to be here anymore.
"I'll just go", I say and I could feel tears brimming over my eye lids.
"No don't go. What Loren said-", I cut him off again.
"What Loren said was the truth", I say, "I'm a creep, I'm disgusting, I'm.. fat", I let out slowly blinking a few times to avoid the tears from falling.
"No, you're not any of those things", he assures me taking a long step towards me. I step back only to get in the way of some shrubs. He helps me up and I let him- only because I don't want to fall- but push his arm away when I'm steady on two feet.
"Abby I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her say those things to you", he says looking over my hair. "Too hard to brush or trying to impress someone?", He asks with a smirk and I feel my ears getting pink. I blame it on the cold even if it might not be.
"I'll take the first one", I say and he smiles with a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"Yeah sure", he says and I try not to break into a smile. "Let's go in?", He asks and I sigh so he gives me a pleading look. Why can't I say no to him?.
"I'm not staying long", I say walking ahead of him.
"We'll see about that", he says with a smile, walking behind me.
Noah closes the door behind him as I walk further into the house. I turn around to him and the mischievous look his holding urges me to raise a brow at him.
"What?", I ask.
"Wonder when you'll realize it's just the two of us in here", he says and I look around. Just the two of us?. I take a peep into the kitchen and when I see it's empty I look back at him.
"First of all why? and second of all why?", I ask literally not making sense.
"I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that", he says giving me a little laugh.
"Why aren't your parents around and why isn't there food on the dinner table?", I elaborate and watch him walk up to me.
"They went out for a business dinner and there's no food on the table because we're making dinner", he says then walks past me into the kitchen. I blink. He wants us to what? Although I hate the idea of working right now, I kinda like the idea of being close to him.
I walk into the kitchen looking half grumpy and half pleased. "This isn't what you said over the window", I mention not that I cared anymore.
"Oh really? Then what did I say?", He asks.
"It sounded like, dinner at my place?", I say playfully putting on a confused face and he laughs so I join him.
"So what'd you want to eat?", He asks looking at me. I feel his eyes has the power to summon anything to submit to it.
"Take outs", I say and he squints his eyes in thought, "Tempting huh?", I tease and he nods smiling.
"Yeah but I want something else.. so any other cravings that are not outside this kitchen?", He asks.
"Well.. you can't cook so spagehtti seems like the best option", I say and he rolls his eyes at me.
"Funny", he mocks.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, I'm good with jokes", I say with sarcasm walking to the cabinets. I pull out two spagehtti packets and a pot from another cabinet.
Noah gives me an impressed look and I hide a smile. He should know I'm not a random visitor. I know this house like the back of my hand.
"Still think I'm just a neighbor", I say and he smirks.
"Not a bit", he says and we both chuckle.
"C'mon help me get it to the burner", I say and he nods picking the pot up from the counter where I placed it and to the burner. I hand him a spaghetti packet afterwards and he takes it. I open mine putting it into the pot and just as I turn to Noah his packet bursts open and the pasta reaches the floor in a blink.
I look up at him with an open mouth, "Wha-
"I'll get another packet", he says but I stop him.
"No, I'll get another packet while you clean up your mess", I say and he sighs getting down on his knees. I reach the cabinet taking another packet. I pause, now normally at home my mum would cook two pastas but this isn't home.
"Hey isn't-", I say turning but stop when I see Noah looking directly at me but then he looks away focusing on the pasta. What was that about?.
"Um.. don't you think two would be too much?", I ask and he looks up.
"You picked two the first time not me", he points out and I nod. Yeah my gluttonous mind is making decisions now.
"Right, we'll cook one", I say putting the pasta back into the cabinet.
"It's okay if you want us to cook two", he says on his feet now. I look away holding my arm with the other. I don't want him to see me over eating. He'll just think I'm fat, that is, if he doesn't already think that way.
I close the cabinet then move to the burner where the pot is. I fill it with water and turn the burner on. Just as I'm about to close the lid a hand stops me.
Noah comes in view with a pasta in hand and I raise a brow at him. "I prefer we used two", he says then puts the pasta in the pot. I smile adding more water.
I bring out a chopping board while Noah just stands. I give him a look, he gives me one back. I roll my eyes.
"Do onions ring a bell?", I ask and his eyes light up.
"Oh yeah", Noah says bringing out their ingredient basket. I look over the fresh vegetables and pick out a big onion, a few bell peppers which makes Noah look my way with a warning look so I reduce the bell peppers with a sigh. Who doesn't like spicy food?.
I hand Noah the onion and the look he gives me says he doesn't know what to do with it. I let out another sigh.
"You're meant to cut it", I say and he frowns a bit. "I'm not the one who suggested we practice Gordon Ramsay so better grab a knife". He rolls his eyes at me before picking out a knife.
Noah who I thought was frowning suddenly wears a smile like Pennywise. I give him a weird look. He looks up at me and I'm bewildered. What is going on?. He starts taking slow steps towards me and I start backing away.
"What are you doing?", I ask with a nervous chuckle because as creepy as his smile was it was still funny. When I turn round the counter his strides become long and I literally scream when he grabs my arm and then put the knife in my face.
Noah backs away laughing while I pant steadily, giving him an incredulous look.
"You should have seen your face", he says still not backing down his laughter.
"Noah!", I yell so the 'ah' part of his name was stretched like a rubber band. "What was that?", I ask with an angry face.
"A joke", he casually says with a dimpled smile and I don't know if I should be mad at him or just stare in awe.
"You are a psychopath", I tell him and he nods acceptingly.
"And you're my psychiatrist", he says and I pause. We burst into laughter and it takes a while before I recover. I clutch my stomach, standing straight.
"Was that a pick-up line?", I question in high hopes for him to say yes.
"I guess", he says as we walk back to the chopping board. I smile to myself. Although it's not a yes, an I guess will do.