Jamie's POV

"I'm sorry, if you want, you can come to my place, it would keep me company." I say

"Are you sure?" Asks Noah

"Absolutely, plus we have lasagna left over." I tell him, remembering about his favorite dish.

"Okay, thanks Jamie."

"No problem."

We sit in silence after that, but comfortable silence, not awkward, as we watch the sun go down. I wonder if I made a good desicion, I've never had a boy over, but my parents are out, and I did need company, plus, what else was I supposed to say? I couldn't just leave him there, and let him go home, back to his father who's barely there.

"I'm glad you did." Noah says suddenly

"Did what?" I whisper, curious.

"Came here, tonight."

"Me too." I tell him honeslty, because truth is, I couldn't be happier than having him here beside me right now.

With that said we stand up to head to my house. But as we do he takes my hand, and intertwines our fingers together.

Okay, now, I couldn't be happier.

We make small talk on the way back, laughing at stupid jokes, but mostly we just watch things around us.

Kids playing, trees blowing in the breeze, couples kissing.

The happy things in life.

"We're here." I say, going up my driveway.

My house isn't anything extraordinary, it's a simple house, but I love it.

It's a two story brown and red brick home.

The inside has a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, basement, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. But it's perfect for our family.

The inside is nice too, it's not old, and it's not super modern, it's cozy.

"Wow. Nice place." Noah says, coming in behind me.

"Thanks."

I give him a quick tour, then we end up in the kitchen.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I ask.

"If you don't mind I remember being offered some lasagna." He says.

I laugh as I go to the fridge and cut two pieces of lasagna and pop them in the microwave.

"Smells good." Says Noah, watching me.

"Hope you like it." I say, passing the plate to him, across the island.

He takes a bite and chews, thoughtfully.

"Mmmmm," he smiles, "Jamie, this is really good!"

"Thanks." I blush, eating my own dinner.

He finishes it quickly and rubs his stomach.

"That was amazing, you honeslty have a gift, seriously why aren't you on 'masterchef' or something?" He says

I laugh, "I don't think they let grade tens on that show."

"Well they should." He replies.

I laugh again, "want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

We go into the living room and I ask him what he wants to watch.

"Anything with Adam Sandler." He answers

I put on 'just go with it' and plop back on the couch.

During the previews, Noah keeps moving closer to me slowly, as if I'm not even noticing. Once he is right beside me I kick my feet under me and lean into him a bit.

A bit risky, yes, but; one, I was uncomfortable and two, I wanted to see his reaction.

I am pleased when he smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

We stay this way throughout the movie, and it feels natural, like this is the way things should always be for us. And boy do I hope so.

After the movie we watch old tv run throughs, and during one of them, our hands find each other and intertwine, once again.

We end up putting the tv on mute and just talking.

We put a few blankets on the couch and turn on the fireplace.

The room is dim and it feels relaxing.

Though we're just talking, our hands never seperate. And that makes me so incredibly happy.

"So are you excited to learn some soccer?" He asks

"Are you excited to teach it?" I counter

"Yea, it'll be super fun."

"I'm not too sure, you've never seen me attempt it, I'm pretty bad." I tell him.

"You cant be any worse than when Ryan started. He couldn't even get the ball within a five meter radius of the net," I laugh, "I'm not kidding, even if the ball ever came close to the net it was for the other team. And every time he kicked, he either; missed the ball completely and kicked up grass, or the ball went way to the other side."

By now I'm laughing so hard, tears are coming out.

"I-I would've n-never guessed." I get out, in between laughs.

"Well now he's good, but, oh boy, when he started..."

"How did he get so good?" I wonder, still laughing.

"He had someone pretty great helping him out."

"Let me guess... you."

"No, I've actually never taught anyone, which is why I'm so excited. But his cousin taught him. The same cousin who's also on a famous soccer team." He tells me.

"Oh that's awesome!" I say

"Yea, he's a great guy."

"So why do you like soccer so much?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Um, my dad always liked it, and when I was little, I really looked up to him, so I thought I'd try it out, so one day I did, and I loved it. Now, I can't stop playing it. Soccer is like a big part of my life now."

"That's awesome, who taught you?"

"For a while, my dad did, then a few soccer teams in elementary school, my coach on this team has helped me the most I think. And I took a few tips from Ryan's cousin as well."

"Wow."

"Yeah, so why are you interested in it?"

"I don't know, I've always watched it growing up and just liked it, but every time I tried to play I was pretty bad, and you're really good, so I thought I'd ask you to help me out. And yes, I'm super excited to learn." I say, realizing I never answered his original question.

"Thanks. I'm sure you're not that bad."

"Oh, trust me, I am." I laugh

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow." He says

"Yeah, guess so."

For a minute we just stare at eachother, watching and observing the other.

I wonder if he's going to kiss me, or at least thinking about it.

I hope he does.

But then again, I've never kissed a guy, so I don't know what exactly to do.

His eyes flicker from my lips back to my eyes, and back again.

Suddenly he begins to lean forward, so do I.

We are only a few centimeters apart when the door opens...

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Sorry, short chapter but hey, cliffhanger! Sort of...
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