Requested by SlytherclawNewsie

Summary: Noen has a crush on Bailey, his friend from his hometown that he goes to high school with.
*He's famous in this but still in high school*

Noen POV
I don't want a girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen
Or spends a stack of dollar bills on a limousine
I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears baggy jeans
Rockin' Nike Airs, what the h*ll are Louboutins?

   I lock the door behind me and jog down the sidewalk, throwing my backpack over my shoulder as I jog down to the bus stop.
   "Hey," Bailey says when I get next to her.
   "Hi." I smile and fix my hair. "You got any plans for tonight?"
   "I got a shift tonight." I nod and look around the empty sidewalk. "Did you have plans?"
   "Payton was driving over for the weekend, so I was just going to hang with him. He leaves Sunday evening, so if you can, you should come over and meet him." I give my best encouraging smile. "Please?"
   "If I'm not busy with school stuff or work, I'll come over," Bailey says with a smile.
   "Promise you won't try to pick up extra shifts? I just really want you to meet him." I give her a little pout.
   "Noen, you know I'm trying to save up for college. I'll try to come over if I'm free," she says, giving me a look. I sigh, and the bus rolls up. We get on and move a few rows back to our normal seat.
   "Yeah, that's fine. But you don't have to save up for college now. You're only 16, you could save up for a car or something. I bet you'll get scholarships for college." I sigh when I see her frown. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
"It's fine." Bailey gives me a genuine smile, so I know it's okay.

Don't want no fake tan, short skirt, daddy's money don't work
Shop until you drop on the town
I want a smart girl, stronger than her father
Someone who will laugh and tryna fit in the crowd (ah-ow, ow)

"Hey, Noen," a high-pitched voice says. We both look over and see a girl perched on the seat across from us. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight to that French place downtown."
Bailey breathes through her nose, an attempt to hold back a laugh. I rub at my chin. "Sorry, I'm busy tonight."
"We could go-"
"I don't like French, either." I hear Bailey let out a quiet laugh next to me.
"Well, fine then," the girl huffs, adjusting her short skirt and standing up, then walking off.
"That was-"
"Did you see her tan? And her shoes?" Bailey bursts out laughing.
"It was bad."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but French? How much money does her dad have?" Bailey sighs, done with her laughing. I smile at her flushed cheeks.
"I would guess a lot. Probably pays for her grades, too," I add. "She can't have a functioning brain with how tight her ponytail was."
"Basic. That was so basic." Bailey lets out another laugh as she pulls her Nike-clad foot up onto the seat and begins to tie it again.
"Yeah. Yeesh." I shake my head.

And all we used to dream about
Is getting rich and getting out
Move to the nicer part of town
Where we'd have numbers on our house

Bailey and I walk out of school, heading over to the buses with the throng of other high schoolers. Her phone starts to buzz, and she pulls it out.
"Hmm," she sighs, clicking a few buttons. "My shift got canceled tonight. The manager is training someone new apparently, so I don't have to go in."
"That's great!" I exclaim with a smile. "Do you want to hang out with Payton and me now?"
"Sure." She smiles back up at me. We get on our bus and sit on our bench. It takes off soon after, driving through neighborhoods.
"Remember when we used to dream about getting famous so we could move?" I ask.
"And then our grand plan was to move to Atlanta." Bailey laughs, poking my arm. "We were big dreamers. We'd have a big house that we would share in a nice neighborhood."
"Mhm," I mumble, tossing my arm across her shoulders and pulling her against me.
When the bus pulls up to our stop, the two of us get off before the bus rolls away. We head to my house, and I unlock the door to let us in.
"So, what time is Payton getting here?" Bailey asks after she sets her backpack in the corner of the entryway. I toss mine down next to her's.
"He said around 4, so we have about an hour to ourselves." I walk over to the kitchen and get two waters out of the fridge, then toss one to her.
"Cool. What do you want to do until then?" She pulls herself up onto a stool and looks at me with her nice smile.
"Well, I figured we'd order pizza later, but we'd probably need snacks. I don't have many here, so do you want to go to the store?" I suggest.
"Sure." She hops off the stool. "Let's get going."
"Right." I get the keys and follow her out the door to my car in the driveway. She gets in the passenger seat next to me.
We drive to the grocery store and park, then get out and head inside. Picking out some snacks and candies, we don't stop laughing, even when we get back to my house and unload it all.
"Your laugh," I say, clutching my side from laughing so hard.
"What about it?" Bailey asks.
"It's really nice."

It took a while to figure out
What type of girl that I'm about
Who brings the real man out of me, yah

"Thanks." She smiles and throws some trash away, then smiles back up at me. "Your laugh is nice, too."
"Oh, thanks." I smile, turning around to put something away so I can hide my blush.
"Yeah." I hear her getting back on the stool. "Are you okay, Noen?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I say quickly, turning back around to face her. She quirks an eyebrow up at me, so I look back down.
"Noen, what is it?" she asks.
"Nothing!"
"Are you afraid of telling me something?" she teases when I sit on the stool next to her.
"Well, no," I mumble.
"Are you sure?" she asks again with a smile.
"Bailey, it isn't funny," I groan.
She frowns. "What isn't funny?"
"It's nothing!" I say, covering my face to hide my blush.
"Noen, are you okay? You can tell me whatever it is." She rubs my shoulder.
"No, I can't," I groan into my hands.
"Why n-"
"Screw it," I mumble, pushing past her hand and grabbing her face. I pull her closer to me quickly and kiss her roughly.

I don't really want no trust fund baby
I like my women independent
And I say to people, "that's my lady"
And we don't need nothing e-e-e-lse

"Ooh!" Payton squeals. We both jerk back quickly, wide-eyed and breathless. I look over and see Payton standing next to the door with a big grin on his face. He drops his bag and walks over to us. "The door was unlocked, and nobody answered when I knocked. Hi, I'm Payton. Bailey, right?"
"Yeah. Nice to meet you." Bailey gives Payton a smile and leans back against the counter.
"I didn't know you had a girlfriend." Payton smirks and bumps my shoulder.
"We aren't-"
"He isn't-"
"We aren't dating," I finally spit out. He just looks between the two of us.
"Sure. And my name isn't Payton Moormeier." He rolls his eyes and smile again. I blush and adjust my position in the chair.
Bailey's phone starts to ring. She looks down at it and sighs. "My manager has been texting me. The new person didn't show up, so I'm supposed to go in. Sorry."
"That's fine," I say.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Payton." She nods and walks away, getting her backpack and stepping out the door.
"So..." Payton begins. I look back over at him, and he smirks. "You two? That's cute."
"We aren't dating."
"But you were kissing."
"I just...I like her, okay? I've liked her for a few years now, and I saw her smile and started blushing. So then she kept asking what was wrong and I just kissed her. Then you walked in. I don't know what she thinks about it! We've always just been friends! She probably doesn't like me like that." I sigh, then look over at him.
"So you want to date her, but you aren't dating yet?" Payton asks, leaning against the counter. I nod. "Okay. Well, what do you like about her?"
"She's just...she's independent. She has friends, and a family, but she supports herself. Bailey is great, and we've always been best friends, but I want to be able to call her my lady. My girlfriend." I run my hands through my hair. "I don't know. She probably just wants to stay friends."
"Did she pull away?"
"What?" I ask, confused.
"From the kiss. Did she pull away from the kiss?"
"I guess not." I shake my head, remembering those few brief seconds. "But what if she was just surprised and hadn't pulled away yet?"
"Yet." Payton sighs.

I don't want a girl who take selfies, want her make up free
Don't want no mean girl lady, a pink prom queen
I want a girl who climbs trees, always dirt on her jeans
Her daddy told her how to fix cars, maybe she could fix me

That night, I lay in bed and think about all the memories I have of Bailey and I together. I scroll through my Instagram, looking at the pictures I have of her. There aren't many because she doesn't like being in pictures, but she was always smiling in them.
I remember that time a few months ago when we went to the junior prom with friends. Bailey didn't like wearing a dress, so we snuck out, went home and changed, then crawled up to our old tree house. I remember how we were just covered in mud after the rain hit.
Last week, she fixed my car for me after I was having trouble for it. The closest repair shop was in the next town over, so she fixed it in my driveway instead.

I need a throwback kid who loves Missy Elliot
Who for my birthday, makes a mixtape and puts it on cassette
Want a girl with common sense, who's dripping in competence
Don't wanna die to get rich but she loves Fifty Cent (ah-ow, ow)

A few years ago, we were listening to music at her house when I had come over. For my birthday that year, she put all that music on a cassette.

And all we used to dream about
Is getting rich and getting out
Move to the nicer part of town
Where we'd have numbers on our house

We talked for hours over the phone anytime one of us was away. Anything from our future houses to what college we wanted to go to, we talked about it over those phone calls.

It took a while to figure out
What type of girl that I'm about
Who brings the real man out of me, yah

It was already past midnight, and I couldn't sleep yet. I couldn't stop thinking about kissing her again.
I sighed as I thought went through my head. Go visit her. She's at home.
I rushed to put my shoes on. I grabbed my phone and ran down the stairs, out the door, and started down the sidewalk at a run.
I made it to her house and up to the door. Should I knock? Ring? What if she doesn't hear it, or gets mad that I woke her? I decide on a hard knock.
"Noen? What are you doing here this late?" Bailey asks when she opens the door. She turns the porch light on and steps outside in front of me.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. About how I kissed you." I look up at her. "How I want to kiss you again."
"Then why don't you?"
"What?" I ask breathlessly.
"Why don't we kiss again?" she asks quietly.
"Uhm," I mumble, then look down at my feet.
"Noen," Bailey says sternly. I look back up at her. She steps closer to me and kisses me softly on the lips.
"I-I-" I stutter. She laughs quietly. "Can we do that again?" Bailey smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me. We stand there on her porch at midnight, kissing, for a long, long time. And I wish it could've been longer.