What's That Supposed To Mean? - 35

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Chapter 35

I entered the bus, taking my seat in the back. There were only two people on; an old woman that was asleep and a guy, a little bit older than I, staring out the window with earplugs in his ears. I sat down and leaned my head back. Alone time was good sometimes. It was good to think but at the same time, it was bad because thinking too much made me crazy.

I looked out the window, watching everything we passed, watching the people that walked around in the streets. Young people in groups, a mother and her kids. Two old men, a group of young men and another group of young women.

The bus stopped and a few people entered. A lonely girl, an old man, a middle aged man and... Noah? I wanted to laugh out loud at how bizarre this was. How could he possibly take the same bus I was on? I knew he had been looking for me but it was just weird that he would take a bus. A bus that I was on. Not a coincidence.

As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened and I raised my eyebrows at him as he quickly made his way over to me. I hated seeing the worried look on his face. I saw it so often nowadays and I hated that I always caused it. He sat down next to me, his arms around me immediately.

“Do you want to be killed?” he asked. I chuckled, shaking my head. “Why did you leave? Alone?!”

“I went to visit your dad,” I said. “I wanted to talk.”

Noah gave me a look that I couldn't make out. Sad, confused, hurt.

“Samantha... I'm here if you need to talk. I'm here for anything, you know that.”

“Noah, I know. And I will always come to you about everything. I just wanted to visit your dad and talk to him a little.”

He sighed. “And screw that bet. Fine, I'll admit. Men can't live without women. I can't live without you. Not even for half a day.” He chuckled and I grinned as I gave him a kiss.

“Told you.”

“Yeah yeah.” He took my hand in his and I rested my head against his shoulder. “Are you okay? I mean, you said you went to talk. Is everything alright?”

I nodded. “I'm fine. I just have a lot of thoughts. About me and my wonderful gift for attracting trouble to not only me but all of you as well.”

“Sammy, don't worry about us. We fight for you because we want to and because we love you. And don't ever think that we'd blame you if anything happens. Bad guys are bad guys, they do bad stuff. How can any of it be because of you?”

“Because it's always me they want, Noah. And bad guys can hurt someone I love just so they can get me. So many things happened at once, it's freaking me out to be honest. And I never freak out. You know that.”

Don't ask me why, but tears started to build up in my eyes. Why was I such an emotional idiot now? I never let anything get to me, unless it had to do with family. I hated showing weakness, I hated crying. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed with when I was with Noah but I still hated crying in front of someone when it was about me. I was always strong, I always took care of things and now... it all just got to me.

Noah lifted me to his lap in a quick movement and I hid my face in the crook of his neck, fighting the tears. His arms were comforting around me and I hugged him back, my arms around his neck, squeezing him close to me.

“You're allowed to cry sometimes, Samantha,” he whispered. And those words were all it took. I started crying, at first silent tears running down my cheeks and then sniffing and on the verge of sobbing. I was not letting myself go as far as sobbing, that would never happen. Especially not now, on the bus.

“I'm just so sick... of having... trouble after me and my family all.. the time,” I whispered between sniffing and fighting not to sob.

“I know, I know,” Noah whispered, squeezing me closer to him. I was glad we were in the back so that no one looked at us. Humans or not, I didn't cry in front of anyone. Except for my dad, Arianna and Noah. And Mason. Thinking of Arianna made me feel even worse. I felt like I was never seeing her anymore and compared to what we had before, this was never seeing her anymore.

The words came before I could stop them.

“And Arianna probably hates me!” I whispered, still crying. “I never see her anymore, I don't even contact her, even though she's in the house right next to ours!”

“She knows you've been busy. She doesn't hate you.”

“She probably thinks I dissed her or something. I'm such a bad person.”

“Samantha,” Noah said, a small warning in his voice. “Don't ever say you're a bad person. You and I both know that you're not. You see the good in everyone, you help, you smile, you're there. It's impossible not you love you. I'm sorry. Am I talking too much? Do you want me to shut up?”

I chuckled, shaking my head.

“No, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too. Don't ever forget that.”

I looked at him, grinning as I wiped my tears. “Pretty impossible to forget, since you won't let me.”

He smirked. “That's right.”

We were back home now, and the guys grinned.

“No longer ignoring each other?” Caleb asked.

“Damn it, we had you all to ourselves,” Leo said.

“Withouth that ugly ass following you around,” Theo finished.

I laughed out loud and Noah growled at them.

“If anyone's ugly in here it's you two,” he said, smirking evilly.

“Yeah? You want a piece of me?” Theo asked in a Italian accent. I laughed, shaking my head. If these twins ever stop being like this, I won't believe it.

“Come at us!” Leo said, backing his twin up.

“Shut up,” Noah groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at them. He grabbed my hand as the twins kept on talking and dragged me away to his room. He shut the door after us and then smiled at me.

“What?” I asked suspiciously. I looked at my reflection in his mirror and my eyes widened. “My eyes are all red and swollen! Noah, why do you always leave me in the dark about these things?” I groaned.

Noah laughed, walking over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“I told you; you're always beautiful to me.”

“Pfft. Can't be true. Because I don't always think you look good. Like right now for example. Ugly.”

I walked away, smirking evilly at him as he gaped. He walked after me.

“How can you say such a thing?” he asked in a “I can't believe it” voice, mock hurt and surprise on his face. I kept smirking. “I'm gonna go cry in the bathroom now. If you even care...”

He walked out and in to the bathroom and I laughed as I went after him, knocking on the locked door.

“Noaaaah.. Come on, open up!”

“No! You said I was ugly. I'm hurt.” He sounded like a little kid, which only made me laugh harder.

“Fine, you're beautiful! Always,” I added.

“Not enough!”

“Okay.... How about... You're beautiful and handsome and charming and- oh, sexy. Yes, you're the sexiest and most handsome man I know! Is that enough?”

“Do you mean it?”

I laughed, clutching my stomach.

“Yeeeeees! Now open up!”

It surprised me when he actually opened the door and then in a split second had pulled me in, locked the door again and put me on the counter, his eyes filled with lust.

“And you're fast,” I joked, chuckling.

He just smirked and then pressed his lips against mine.