Remember Me

Twenty Three

It has been five days since Noah and I's date. It has also been four days since Noah used my favourite lipstick (And wasted it) to write 'Will You Be My Girlfriend?' on my en suite mirror, to which I glued paper on his face to say 'Yes'.

So, it's Sunday. Hazel stayed over until eleven o'clock last night, which has lead to me to be quite tired. So here I was, half asleep in bed just thinking about things. This week could possibly have been one of the best weeks of my life. Well, I did go to Disney World Florida when I was nine for a week. Nope... this one tops it. All of a sudden, Noah creeps into my room. I was half asleep and the ability to open my eyes was slim, so just didn't. He picks me up like a bride and takes me out of my room.

"Noahhh." I groan.

"Yes, chick?"

Instead of replying, I just bury my head into Noah's chest. He chuckles. All of a sudden, I drop. I let out a shriek and cling onto my boyfriend. Call me cliché but I'm still not used to hearing that after hating him for so long. He hoists me back up, laughing. Obviously he caught me.

"Noah, that's not funny." I moan, lying my head on his chest as I hold onto him as tight as I could. "Yes it is! But trust me, I wasn't going to let you fall."

I look up to him, opening my eyes for the first time today. "Promise?"

Noah hoists me up and kisses me. "Promise." Then he drops me for a second before catching me once more. This time, I can't help but let out the smallest of groggy laughs.

***

We were in Noah's bed together, him in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts (it was something I was actually used to. Noah liked to annoy me and walk in on my eating my breakfast whilst he was shirtless, ending my appetite for food.) and me in my Spongebob Squarepants tank top and shorts.

Noah had his arm around me, his head against the headboard of his bed as he played his Xbox. I had the other controller and we were battling in Halo. It was literally perfection.

"Well done soldier, you're my number one fighter!" the lieutenant shouted on the game. Chuckling, I crane my neck to look back at Noah.

"Noah, am I your number one?" I smile, but it disappears when Noah answers.

"No." He informs me, not even looking at me as he changed his weapon in the screen.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What?" a small smirk appeared on my face. Is this about Rachel or something?

"You're not my number one, Auden." Noah begins, looking at me with a grin. "You're my only one."

I smile. "Aw... Now, it's time to shoot the mother-trucking hair off your character."

"Ha. Never, ever, will that happen."

***

"Ham or cheese?" I ask as I butter the bread slices. Noah shrugs. "Whatever there's more of. I don't really care."

"Well, that helps a great deal, Noah. Thank for your life-changing answer."

"Life changing?" Noah scoffs. "Auden, you asked what I wanted in my sandwich."

I tilt my head and smirk. Narrowing my eyes, I look at Noah. "Someone ate a bowl of sarcasm cereal this morning. I chose cheese for you, by the way." Noah just thanks me and smiles, not bothering to give comment of my cereal comeback.

"So," Noah begins, pausing to take a bite from his sandwich. "I had an idea. Want to go out tomorrow?"

"Please don't bring me bungee jumping. Really, Noah, I can't stand heights." I answer, tilting my head back so my neck was stretched.