It's always going to be Sam's POV unless I write that it's not. Thanks for reading. Plz vote and enjoy!
Also the picture above is going to be Noah. He's played by Joe Waud.

We get home after In-N-Out. I check the time and see it's 10 pm already.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be home till next Monday," Isaac reads off a note on the fridge.

I drink a cup of water and say goodnight to Isaac.

"Night Sam," He says back.

I walk up the stairs until I get to the third floor. Our house is a three story with a basement and an attic. My parents like to look "presentable" with an expensive house and clothes. I usually avoid dressing up at all costs unless my parents are having some type of fancy party or whatever. I open my bedroom door. It's decently cleaned. The only furniture I have in there is a bed, a table, and a dresser. Since the room is big, there is a lot of empty space. I'm usually not in this room. I like staying in the attic, where I set up a game room and a mini fridge where I eat. Isaac and I hang out there a lot. I don't let a lot of people into there. It's a personal space for people that I'm close to. And the only people that has been in there is Isaac and me. I take a quick shower and slip into shorts and a t shirt. I close the lights and get into bed. I get a notification and grab my phone checking what it is.

Unknown: Hey this is Noah. Is this Sam?

I change the contact name to Noah.

Me: ya it's Sam

I wait to see if he replies. I turn off my phone but immediately get a notification.

Noah: Do u want to meet at the gym tomorrow?

I think about it. I mean it wouldn't hurt.

Me: sure.

Noah: Cool, meet me after school.

I turn off my phone putting it in the charger. I smile a little to myself. I didn't think Noah would remember why happened earlier tonight. Not many boys are like that. I feel my eyes droop down and I fall asleep.
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(The next morning)
I yawn and rub my eyes to wake up. I check my phone. Its Friday. Finally. I get up and go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and put my hair up in a messy bun. I change into adidas sweatpants and a sweatshirt since it's cold. I don't like dressing up, especially for school. I don't wear makeup because I hate makeup. I put on my checkered vans and grab my backpack walking downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a cookie and wait for Isaac to come down and take me to school. I hear someone walking down the stairs and I see Isaac wearing his adidas joggers with an adidas sweatshirt and his socks and slides. He runs a hand through his hair and yawns.

"Come on Isaac, we're gonna be late," I pass him a cookie and a banana walking out the door.

He grabs his keys and walks out behind me, locking the house. We get in the car and he starts to drive to school.

Once we get to school, I start heading to our gym. I usually hang out here in the morning. I drop my bag and see that there is another person shooting hoops on the other side. I don't try o see who it is. I drop my bag on the bleachers and grab a basketball from the cart. I practice shooting some free throws. I hear swishes on the other side of the court so I turn around to see who it is. The person's back is facing towards me. They are wearing under armor sweatpants and a long sleeve orange vans t shirt. His hair is a little messy. He turns around to grab the ball and I see that it's Noah. Dang he's really good. I pretend to not notice him and I continue to shoot hoops. I don't hear the ball being dribbled on the other side so I look and see that Noah is drinking some water from his hydro flask. He catches me staring and waves his hand at me smiling. I nod my head at him and give him my half smile. I continue shooting hoops until the bell rings. I groan a little because I remembered I had a math test that day. I grab my bag and get ready for the day.

(Skip school)

I pack up my bag and head out of 7th period. I check my phone and I get a reminder to go to the gym. I walk to the gym. I take a deep breath before I walk in. I open the door and see Noah already practicing his shot. He's wearing a muscle tee and some basketball shorts with basketball tights under. I go inside the girls locker room and quickly change into a t shirt and some basketball shorts. I grab my basketball shoes and walk into the gym with only my socks on and my shoes in my hand. Noah notices someone walk in and look towards me. I place my stuff down and quickly put my hair up. I sit on the bleacher and put on my shoes. When I finish I look up and see Noah holding the ball to the side of his hip and wave his hand at me.

"Hey Sam," he tells me.

"Hey," I say walking towards him.

I stand in front of him and take in his appearance. His biceps are muscular but he's lean. His hair is a little messy but it fits him. His crooked grin makes me smile a bit.

"Do you wanna start?" He asks.

I look away from him and blush a little. "Yah let's start."

He passes me the ball he was holding and goes to grab another one. He motions for me to stand at free throw.

"Shoot," He says.

I hear his voice turn more serious and deep.

I take a deep breath and shoot. Instead of making it, the ball hits the rim and bounces away. I grunt and roll my eyes running to get the ball. I walk back towards him. He smiles a little at my current state.

"It's okay Sam, here," he motions for me to come to where he is standing.

"You need to use your legs too. I know that your pretty tall, so you don't really think you do, but trust me it's gonna give you more power which will help drive the ball to the net. You need to focus on where the ball is and where it's going to go," he tells me handing me the ball.

I nod taking in this information. I position myself.

"You need to turn a little this way," he lightly puts his hands on my shoulders and nudges me a little to the left.

I shiver at his touch. I position my legs to go a little bit apart. I look at the rim and imagine the ball to go over the rim a little bit and drop in the basket. I take a deep breath and shoot the ball. Instead of just using my arm strength I use my leg muscles to push me up a little bit. The ball gets released from my hand and drop into the net making a swish sound. I smile. I look behind me to see Noah holding out a hand. I clap my hands in his and smile.

"Wow that actually worked," I tell him.

"You didn't think it would?" He asks smirking a little.

"No it's just that I'm not a far away shooter ya know? I usually stay by the post near the net to make a quick lay up or put back."

He nods understandingly.

"Well if you keep practicing like that, you could probably be a point guard or a shooting guard. All you need to do is get stronger in your biceps and practice those far away shots. I could help you if you still want my help," he asks scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I smile genuinely. "Ya that would be great."

"Cool. So tomorrow we could meet at the gym near here and practice if your not busy?" He asks me putting his ball back in the cart.

"Ya that would good. Text me what time we should meet there," I tell him grabbing my stuff.

I grab my phone and see if Isaac went home or not. I see he already texted me.

Isaac: hey sis so I went to a friends house. I can't take you home sry. I heard your with Noah ask him to drop you off. Sry sis I'll see u later love ya!

I roll my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Noah asks me walking out of the gym.

"My brother went to a friends house and was wondering if you could take me home," I ask annoyed that my brother is making someone else do his responsibility.

"Ya for sure tell him I will," he says giving his crooked smile.

I smile back in thanks. I text Isaac that he is. We walk towards his car. He has a white Jeep Wrangler, my dream car. My mouth hangs open a little. Noah turns around and laughs a little. His laugh is so melodic. It makes me smile a little.

"You like white Jeep wranglers?" He asks me.

"Ya it's kinda my dream car," I tell him.

"Your really different," he tells me.

"Ya I know I get that a lot," I roll my eyes a little.

"No sorry what I meant was that not a lot of girls are like you. Most girls I know are all for dressing up and cheerleading," he tells me.

"Ya well I've always been different. I don't mind it anymore though," I tell him honestly putting my stuff in the back.

He opens the passenger seat for me and I thank him sitting in the car. I give him my address. Before he starts driving he looks at me.

"Do you wanna go get something to eat? It's almost 6," He asks me.

I think about it.

"I should probably get home. But you can stay for pizza if you want," I offer.

"I wouldn't want to intrude in your family time," he says politely.

"It's okay my parents are on a business trip. It's not like we have any family time together anyways," I mumble the last part but he probably heard it.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to go in your business or anything," he says looking at me with his sparkling blue eyes.

"It's okay."

The rest of the drive is silent to my house.