( honestly all the ones in this meme are things Abel would say, but.. ) "Shut up. Just shut up!" / "If you say one more word, I swear…" / "I don’t know what you want from me." NOBEL. BYE.
"Shut up. Just shut up!"
Abel’s irritation was clear, and all it did was charm her. Noelle’s smile widened, and she sat up from her reclining position on his sofa. He was sitting at his dining table with his guitar in his hands, clearly trying to focus. "Well, maybe if you actually responded to me I wouldn’t have to keep on talking. Endlessly. Forever. Non-stop. Without a halt in sight. Eternally." She let her words drift off as she met his glare, but prominently because she couldn’t think of anymore synonyms for ‘forever’. "I’m just glad to know I make you so passionate. You should make that into a song. The lyrics could go something like, oh, Noelle, I’m under your spell, you know you make my heart swell…”
"If you say one more word, I swear…"
"… that you’ll drop to one knee and ask me to marry you?" There was hardly any effort put into her words, as clearly Abel was done humoring her, perhaps a little agitated by the interview he’d just had. She doubted she’d be able to get him respond to her no matter how hard she tried — but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth a try. Breezing past the few PR people still left in the hallway, Noelle skipped after him, and managed to catch his hand just as the automatic doors flew open. The flash of cameras began immediately, but she hardly flinched, used to it by now. "That’s nice and all, ‘Bel ‘Bel, but I just don’t feel like we’re there yet." It was quite a feat, seeing as they were moving through a crowd, but Noelle managed to lift herself onto her toes just enough to reach his cheek, and she pressed a kiss to the side of his face, sending the flashes around them into a renewed frenzy. "You can still buy me a diamond ring if you want, though."
"I don’t know what you want from me."
She couldn't look at him when he said it, and she didn't know why. It was late at night -- or maybe early in the morning -- and she'd let herself into his apartment, because... well, just because she'd wanted to, really. Noelle had never needed a reason to do things, had never needed to rationalize the things she decided to do, but there was something about this that felt significant. Sitting in her beautiful, extravagant, expensive Malibu mansion, she'd felt tetherless, like she wasn't meant to be there, and so she'd gone where she thought she really should be -- she'd gone to Abel. But it felt stupid now, because she wasn't tethered to Abel; not legitimately, anyway. Or she shouldn't have been. But she forgot that most of the time. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, and so she pushed them aside, letting the moment of quiet fade into the background as she offered him a smile."What I want from you?" She asked, and then she shrugged, tossing her bag onto the counter. "Well, that's easy. Everything. All the time."
