❝ LIKE YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DON’T. ❞ jesse’s delicate fingers pick up her multi-colored eraser and throw it at noah before leaning forward and resting her elbows against her criss crossed legs. when he shifts , jesse’s eyebrow raises as her heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. the minute his words fill the air between them , jesse’s face contorts into annoyance , her hand reaching out to swat him in the shoulder. ❝ shut up! i do not ‘ dig you ‘ , noah. you’ve really gotta get a new joke. ❞ jesse catches the pen in her hands before she starts twisting the cap on the end of it in circles. she looks down at her hands , as her lips purse together while he speaks. okay , so maybe he was right … but there was no way she would ever admit that. there’s a scoff , before waving her hand as though she were dismissing his words. ❝ those arguments are weak , noah. there are plenty of other reasons why i had my mama ask – uncle rafa would have those thrown out in a minute. ❞ she looks away and back to her paper , which was covered in pre-calculus homework problems. when the blonde looks back up at noah , her heart nearly stops at the smile that had now taken place of his teasing smirk. jesse had always appreciated the way noah treated her ( even when he was poking fun ) , because at the end of the day , he always treated her like she was something precious. his words combined with the look he’s giving her causes her cheeks to flush , and her gaze to shift back down to her hands. ❝ how would it not be weird? like you said … we’re best friends. ❞ jesse tucks a strand of sunflower blonde hair behind her ear , before shaking her head with a laugh. she looks up at noah , a soft smile on her pink lips. ❝ deal. i promise next time i will invite you myself. ❞ pinky is extended towards him , her eyebrow raising. ❝ what? we’re never too old for pinky promises , noah. ❞ she wiggles her pinky , before letting out an audible groan and flinging her body on top of his. ❝ noah!! ❞
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‘ fine. ‘ he’s about to extend his own pinky out to her, but her body collides with his. it forces him to lay on his back, hands resting against her waist to steady her. ‘ woah there. see, you think i need to get a new joke. you, on the other hand, really need to stop with these surprise attacks. ‘ he can’t help the smirk that appears as he looks up at her. the teases that fall from his lips come oh-so-naturally around jesse and there’s a part of him that wonders why that is. ‘ i’m going to up and die one day, all because of you. good luck explaining that one to my mom. ‘ head turns slightly to glance at the door, before eyes fall back to the girl on top of him. he clears his throat, trying to come up with the best vocal impression of his friend that he could. ‘ sorry, aunt olive, it just happened. one minute i’m on top of him ... and well, the next he’s dead. it’s all my fault. will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? ‘ the older boy licks his lips to wet them before a smile is plastered on his face. ‘ i would have given you the stupid pinky promise, had you just held out for another ten seconds. ‘ he always finds it in himself to tease her about the tackling ... truth was, he loved it. head lifts to her level, placing a soft kiss to her cheek. ‘ it’s okay, I forgive you. this time. we’ll see about the next. you might have to invite me to the next five spaghetti nights to win me over. that is, of course, if you do the inviting yourself. can't quite trust you these days to speak up. though, if I ever need a person to hide behind a door while someone else does the talking ... well, you’re my girl, right? ‘ he pauses for a moment, eyes locking with hers. ‘ funny, i guess you’ve always kind of been my girl, rollins. you’re so lucky to have a best friend like me. ‘ there’s a laugh, however short lived. ‘ right. sorry. ‘