Lei's POV

I stare at my coffee, adding more and more creamer until it's nearly white as me. Drew sits across from me and talks non-stop about a new show that came out. I try to be interested in what he is saying but my mind won't stay on topic.

I move my gaze from my coffee to the boxes in the far corner of the living room. On them, the word "fragile" has been written sloppily in black sharpie. Although I doubt they have anything fragile in them.

It's been two weeks since Noah and I's date.  It's been a week since he told us he was moving out and I started believing that two days ago. He told us that it will be better this way and he said that at least now I can have a girl roommate to do makeup with. He said that this is not his "fit" and it won't work for him.

Can you believe that bullshit?

I turn my head back to my coffee when he walked in. The air shifted when he walked in and I wonder if it was just me who felt it. I'd sneak a glance but I'm not trying to get caught checking him out.

"Lei?" Drew calls my attention, "do you want to go to the drive-in movies?" He holds up his phone which lists the different locations, times, and movies. I nod my head "yes" and then stand up to put the creamer back in the fridge.

I haven't had a real conversation with Noah since our date. He hasn't told me about what I found and I expect that he won't. He's probably off to find somewhere new to do whatever he does. Why else would he be moving out? He's moving his stuff tomorrow so tonight is his last night here.

I return to the table and Drew asks my opinion on which movies to watch. Normally I would go for all the romantic ones but tonight I ask if we could watch horror movies. Drew agrees and tells me we should leave at 8:30 and that the show starts at 9.

"Okay, what do you want to do before then?" He asks looking at the microwave clock which displays that it's 5:36 pm.

"Let's go hang out with Izzy and Spencer. Apparently he's helping her re-decorate and it sounds like fun," I suggest half-heartedly and shoot Spencer a text as I speak. Drew agrees with my suggestion and Spencer replies with a request for snacks to be brought with us.

"Alright, let's go." Drew grabs his sweatshirt and his keys.

"I'll be right back, I have to grab my keys," I send him out to his car and I go to my bedroom and look for my keys.

Where the hell did I put my keys?

After I spend a few minutes searching for my keys I realize that this is going to take longer than a few seconds. I groan and begin to search through the drawers of my desk. But they aren't in any of the drawers. Drew sends a text asking if I'm okay. I tell him that I'll be out in a minute.

I march out of my room and into the living room. I glance around and check the normal places in which I normally lose my keys. But I come up empty.

"What are you looking for?" I spin to see Noah leaning on the wall. I internally groan and turn away to continue searching for my keys.

"Nothing." I tell him and move into the kitchen.

Maybe I dropped them in the garbage? They could've fallen in the drain?

"Are you looking for you keys?" He follows me and I huff. "Look I don't need your help. Go away."

He thinks he can just start talking to me? After 2 weeks of not speaking. He can waltz into the living room and strike up a conversation with me and expect me to ask for his help.

"Here." Noah tosses me something and thank god for my fast reflexes because if not I would have gotten a black eye.

In my hands are my keys. The metal of my keys glint in the light. I glare at Noah who gives me an easy smile.

I stomp to the front door and lift my arm above my head with my favorite finger up.

"That's not a very nice thank you. But I'll take it. You're welcome." Noah says brightly and I slam the door behind me. I lock it and walk to Drew's car.

"What took so long?" He asks and I explain my professional way of losing keys.

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Drew drives us to the store and we walk down the aisles. We pile random snacks into the cart which most of them we won't end up eating. I grab cheesecake and ice cream too.

Once we grab enough food to provide multiple stomachaches we go to the cash register. We're rung up and the mountain pile of snacks comes to $115.73. After arguing for 5 minutes I pay for the snacks and Drew glares at me as I hand my card over to the cashier.

"Next time I'm paying," he whispers in my ear as he holds my waist while we walk out of the store. I shake my head, "Sure you are."

Drew and I, we're not official but we have been going out on dates. When I'm with him I feel the guilt on my conscience whenever I compare him to Noah. My brain tells me to be quiet because Drew doesn't lie to me and Noah does.

I can't help but feel like I'm faking every smile I send when Drew makes a joke or when he does a dorky impression of Donald Duck. My head is telling my heart to shut up all the time. I feel like the girl I read about in my romance books.

Sometimes I wish I could take back ever meeting Noah because then I could honestly say I'm happy with Drew. I wish he never moved into our apartment. I wish he never tried to be nice to me or make waffles for me.

We arrive at Izzy and Mitchell's apartment and our warmly greeted by Spencer and Izzy.

"Look! It's my favorite girlfriend!" Spencer grabs the plastic bags full of snacks from my arms and Izzy gives me a bear hug.

"Look, it's my favorite boyfriend," I wink at Spencer and I feel Drew tense besides me. I laugh and Spencer joins me. Drew relaxes immediately and we walk into the kitchen.

"Are you trying to get me fat, Lei?" Izzy groans as we lay out the snacks we bought. I laugh and grab the hot cheetos.

I have a thing for hot cheetos.

"No, Izzy. I'm just trying to make sure you eat enough for two people. That's my job as your best friend." I say as I munch on my hot cheetos.

When Izzy doesn't respond to my comment with a laugh I look up. Apparently I'm not the only one who felt something off because Spencer and Drew are also looking at Izzy with concerned faces. I feel my mouth drop open and my eyes widen.

"Are you-"

"YES!" Izzy shrieks and I join in, jumping around the kitchen table like idiots. Spencer and Drew look at each other and start jumping up and down with us.

"How long have you known?!" Spencer holds his face like it's going to contain his excitement.

"I only found out yesterday! Mitch and I were going to wait a couple months to tell anyone." Izzy laughs and I feel myself buzzing with excitement.

"You guys are moving fast." Drew comments and waves his eyebrows suggestively to which I throw a hot cheeto at him.

"Yeah," Izzy sits down on her chair, "I'm kind of scared that we're going too fast, you know? Mitch has money already saved and he's working while going to law school but I'm scared that we won't be able to take care of the baby."

I wrap my arms around Izzy and sit down next to her. "Everything is going to be all right. You guys are going to have a beautiful baby and raise them the right way."

Spencer and Drew nod along with me and add in their promises to help anyway possible. They tell Izzy that we're all here for her and Mitchell. She cries and tells us they're happy tears and possibly hormones. We all laugh along with her and hug her.

With all of the emotions going on we nearly forget what we came here for. Spencer reminds us that we came to see him at work. He leads us to the bathroom, bedroom and living room.

"I decided to stick to the colors purple and green because they go together and it'll give a oceanside vibe. We have statement pieces like this one," Spencer gabs on and on as he leads us through the house. Izzy interjects every once in a while, claiming credit for her ideas.

Finally it's 8:30 and time to go to the drive-ins. We say goodbye to Spencer and Izzy. They tell us to enjoy our date while sending us both multiple winks. I roll my eyes and wave while I slide into the car.

"Well, that was eventful," Drew chuckles as he switches the radio station. I laugh and nod my head along with the song on the radio.

We drive into the drive in and it's packed with teenagers. They sit in their cars and the back of their trucks filled with blankets and pillows. We park in the middle of it all and walk to the snack station to get popcorn.

The line is practically a mile long but we stand and wait in it anyways. We play "I Spy" and "Truth or Dare" which we both mostly choose truth and answer questions about our favorite animal, whether we prefer night or day and our favorite movies.

"Tangled, definitely." I say without hesitation and I falter as my most recent of Tangled runs through my head. The first night I spent with Noah, watching my favorite movie and teasing each other. Specifically teasing him for being scared of the Conjuring. He never defended himself, just laughed along.

He wasn't scared.

I shake my head slightly and I'm brought back to the present. We are at the front of the line and Drew is asking if I want anything else. I shake my head "no". Drew grabs the popcorn, pays and we go back to the car.

We situate ourselves, much like the others here. Thank god Drew keeps a blanket in the back of his car. We sit in the back, our legs dangling off and the popcorn between us.

"What I would do for a pillow right now," Drew comments and leans back on his elbows. I lean back too and watch as Lucy Hale steps off of the plane in the beginning of "Fantasy Island".

I glance at Drew, his light brown almost blond hair looks dark in the moonlight. He looks content, his lips in a small smile as he watches the movie. I smile and kiss him on the cheek.

He smiles at me and kisses my cheek. "Thanks, Drew." I whisper, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him.

"No, thank you."

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sorry it's kinda short. tell me what you think ab Noah or Drew. i hope to get back to you sooner with chapter 21. Thanks for reading <3

'til next time, haylizzle