We arrive at the front of my house and I open the door and grab my stuff out. Noah grabs his sweatshirt and puts it on. He locks his car and follows me into the house. I unlock the door and walk in welcoming him into my "humble" home. When he enters my house his mouth hangs open a little bit.

"How many stories?" He asks following me up to my room.

"3 but counting the basement and attic 5," I tell him not really trying to brag because it's not something I like to brag about.

"You don't seem to thrilled with that," he says giving me a look of concern.

"That's because I'm not. My parents just like to show off," I tell him bluntly.

He nods in understanding. We reach up to my room. I sit on my bed and he awkwardly stands there.

"You gonna sit down?" I hold back my laughter at his awkwardness.

"Oh ya sorry," he walks over to my desk and sits down in the seat.

"Thanks for giving me a ride home," I tell him throwing a pillow up and catching it.

"Ya for sure."

It's an awkward silence for a little bit.

"We should get to know each other ," Noah says and I look at him.

I think about it.

"20 questions?" I say.

"What's that?" He asks confused.

I sit up. "Each person gets to ask the other 20 questions about themselves."

"Oh okay ya sure let's play," he says.

"You go first," I tell him.

"Umm Okay. How long have you lived here?" He asks me.

I get a flashback to when we moved because of all the tragedy that happened back home. My spirits go down a little and Noah notices.

"Oh well if you doing want to answer that question—"

"It's okay. I've lived here since 7th grade," I say squeezing my eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling down.

"We don't have to play this game if you don't want to," he tells me.

I smile a little at him. "It's okay. It's just I'm getting flashbacks of memories that happened a long time ago."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks me.

Should I trust him? I don't know why but I feel like I can. I lay down on the bed.

"Back when I use to live in Ohio, everything use to be different," I begin.

He moves from his seat to next to me on the bed. He gives me a lot of space and lays down on the other side. I take a deep breath in and out.

"Hey," he reaches his hand out to me.

I take his hand and he runs circles around the back of my hand making me relax.

"It was me, Isaac, and my older sister Lucy. I use to be very close to my sister Lucy. She was older than Isaac and me and was the parent figure that we had since my parents were so obsessed with work."

I turn and look at Noah who is staring at me with his beautiful eyes. I calm down and continue. "I was in 6th and Isaac was in 7th. Lucy was already in high school. I came home one day and saw Lucy crying in her room. I later figured out that's she was diagnosed with cancer."

I squeeze my eyes shut as some tears fall down. I take a deep breath and open my eyes again.

"Me and Isaac stayed with her throughout her journey in treatment. We skipped school. My parents were never there. They were busy with work. One day... my birthday, we went to the hospital to celebrate it with her. But when we tried to go in her room, she was gone. The doctors tried to save her. But it was the end of her time," I reach to grab my necklace on my neck that she gave me. It had her name. She had one with my name.

"I'm sorry that you had go through that. I know how you feel. I- I lost my mother," he stares at the ceiling.

He's about to start his story when the doorbell rings. I get up and walk downstairs to open the door. It's just the pizza guy. He looks around my brothers age. I grab some money and pay him. He gives me the pizza and I place it down on the counter.

"Hey could I get your number?" He asks me.

Before I could reply, Noah walks behind me. "No," he tells him.

"I asked her not you idiot," the guy rolls his eyes.

I roll my eyes when Noah stares at him with daggers in his eyes making the guy back up.

"Thanks for the pizza, but no I'm giving you my number cause I don't hand my number out to immature and hormonal teens," I tell the pizza guy.

He stares at me shocked and I wave bye and close the door. I look up at Noah and see him try to hold back a laugh. He starts to laugh a little making me laugh.

"Immature and HORMONAL teenagers," He says holding his stomach.

I laugh harder. I probably sound like a monkey right now but I don't care. "The look on his face when I waved bye," I say walking into the couch.

"I think your RBF scared him off," Noah tells me.

"No it wasn't me, it was you staring at him like u were gonna beat him up," I tell him opening a pizza box and take out a slice.

Noah ignores my comment. "Move over , I need my pizza."

I stay in my spot. "Poor you," I stick out my tongue.

I place my pizza on the box and before I can do anything else, Noah throws me over his shoulder.

"Noah I swear put me down," I punch his back.

"No you were being rude," he tells me.

"Your a baby."

I hear him gasp. "How rude of you. For a matter of fact, I'm actually not a baby."

"Ya your right, your a toddler," I say laughing.

I hear him laugh. He runs around the room making me scream a little.

"Stop!" I say laughing.

"Okay," he drops me on the couch making me groan.

"It could've been softer landing," I say rubbing my head.

"My bad," he smirks at me.

I turn on the T.V. and Noah sits down next to me eating a pizza. I think about our earlier conversation. I feel bad. I spilled my story to him and he didn't finish his because I ran out to get the pizza. I probably seem selfish and careless. I look at him and see he's pretty focused. After a moment of me staring at him, he turns and looks at me. I blush and look away. When the movie is over I decide to apologize.

"Hey Noah?" I get up and walk to the kitchen where he is drinking a bottle of water.

"Yah?"

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what?" He puts down his water and looks at me confused.

"For earlier. I spilled my story but I ran out before you could. I went to get the pizza and I may have seemed careless. But I mean, you can still tell me the story if you want to," I tell him nervously scratching my neck.

"I actually don't really want to talk about it. But it's okay, you don't have to apologize," he tells me running a hand through his hair.

I just nod not knowing what to say.

"Well I should probably get going," he says.

"Oh ya, do you want an more pizza?" I offer trying to get rid of the awkwardness.

"It's okay. Thanks for having me over. Are we still meeting tomorrow?" He asks me.

"Ya probably," I walk him out the door. He walks out towards the car and gets in his car. He turns on the car but before he leaves he waves bye to me.

I smile a little and wave back. He drives away. I close the door and suddenly feel lonely. Whatever I can't really do anything about it. I go upstairs and take a quick shower and change. I get ready for bed. I sit down on my bed and check my phone. I see that Isaac sent a message.

Isaac: did you guys use protection?

I gag a little.

Me: oh my god Isaac we didn't do anything like that. He doesn't like me that way.

Isaac: but you like him?

Me: I never said that.

Isaac: But I can tell. Anyway, could you do me a favor?

Me: Sure.

Isaac: I need you to come over here and drive me home.

Me: what? Why can't you drive yourself?

Isaac: I'm drunk and no one else can't rive me cause everyone is drunk.

Me: you don't seem drunk...

Isaac: that's because I didn't drink that much but I have alcohol in my system and I can't drive

Me: fine where are you?

Isaac: I'm at Freddie's house.

Me: your not supposed to be there.

Isaac: just come pick me up.

I roll my eyes and grab my bike. Freddie's house is a couple streets down. I quickly start biking over to his house. I don't have my permit but I know how to drive. I know it's illegal but it's better than a drunk person driving. I finally end up at his house and see Isaac's car. I walk in cause the door is already open. Everyone is partying and I cringe at the smell of beer.

Me: I'm here Isaac.

Isaac: Backyard

I walk to the backyard and see him... with Noah? I walk to Isaac.

"Isaac why didn't you just ask Noah for a ride?" I ask him irritated.

"Why don't we stay for a little bit?" Isaac says a little drunk.

"Isaac why did you want me here?" I ask him.

"Loosen up Sam. I wanted you to have fun," he tells me smiling.

I roll my eyes irritated.

"I'm going back home," I tell Isaac sticking up my middle finger at him.

"Sam, come on," he tells me.

"No Isaac, you know I don't do parties," I tell him walking out. Drunk people making out in the halls.

A guy walks up to me with a beer. "Wanna drink babe?" I shake my head and continue to fast walk out.

When I finally get out I take a deep breath of air. I can't believe Isaac would make me bike all the way over here just for a stupid party. I get on my bike but before I can start, Noah runs out in front of me.

"Noah move," I roll my eyes.

"Sam you should stay. Your brother was right, you need to loosen up," he tells me.

"I can't drink or else I can't bike back home," I tell him.

"I'll drive you and Isaac back," he tells me.

"And I'm not dressed up," I point to my short sleeping shorts and my long sleeve Santa Cruz shirt.

"It's fine, you look beautiful either way," he tells me.

I blush at his compliment but shake my head. "I'm going home, make sure Isaac gets home safely please," I tell him getting back on my bike.

"Let me drive you home," he tells me.

I think about and look at his face of hope. I agree. I put my bike in the back of his car and get in the passenger seat. I didn't realize how cold I was until now. He puts on the heater and notices me rub my legs to get them to heat up.

"Are you cold?" He asks me.

"Ya," I tell him.

He grabs his extra sweatpants from the back and gives it to me.

"Thank you," I grab the pants and slide them on.

I instantly feel better. He starts the drive home. He plays the radio and the song Kiss and Makeup plays by Dua Lipa. I start singing to it and he smiles joining me.

"TOUCH ME LIKE YOU TOUCH NOBODY," he sings.

"PUT YOUR HANDS ALL UP ON ME," I sing.

"TIRED OF HEARING SORRY," he sings with his melodic voice.

"KISS AND MAKE, KISS, KISS AND MAKE UP," I sing.

The windows are open so everyone is giving us a weird looks. We look at each other and laugh. We get in front of my house. I start to take of the sweats but he puts a hand on my hand stopping me. His hands sends sparks through me. I look up at his eyes. No stop Sam you can't like him. He'll just break your heart.

"It's okay, keep them," he refers to the sweats.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"Ya it looks better on you than me," he gives me his crooked smile.

I give him a genuine smile and blush.

"Thank you for the ride," I say getting out of the car.

"Of course, anytime. Goodnight Sam," he smiles.

I smile back at him. "Goodnight Noah."

I grab my bike and walk to my house. He waits until I turn around and wave bye to him. He waves bye back to me. I close the door and smile to myself. I am for sure falling for him. But I don't know if that's a good thing or not.