Chapter [11]
Previously on 'Falling for my Perverted Best Friend"
I walked out of the dressing rooms area towards the lounge.
"Noah?" I asked again. I stepped out, feeling weird just being barefoot in this gorgeous dress.
I turned a corner slowly. "Noah... Oh god!" I spat and sprinted back to the dressing rooms, disgusted.
I leaned my back against the cool wall, sitting on the mini stool and let out a deep breath to keep myself from vomiting.
That scene kept replaying in my mind.
Noah and that blonde girl...
Up against the wall...
Her hands exploring his body...
His mouth devoring hers...
Oh god. This isn't right. You shouldn't feel like this! He's just your best friend!
"Lise?" I heard Noah call me from the door of the dressing closet. "Lisey how does the dress look?" I saw his sneakers from under the door, which he was leaning against. "Lise... Please?" He knew I was upset.
"What?" I said, succeeding at keeping my voice from cracking. "I know you saw, and I'm sorry, don't fake that voice." I chuckled sadly, he knew me. "Now let me in..."
"Hana, I'll be just a second..."
"Hana! It ain't like that! She's my best friend!"
"Thank you hon," I heard a little kiss noise and Noah tugged on the door. "Lise."
I reached and un did the little hook thing and let him in, He smiled at me and shut the door behind him, locking it.
"So that was your date?" I asked, not looking him in the eye.
"Yah, her name is Hana." I nodded. He chuckled and got down on his knees in front of me.
"Don't worry Lise. You're still my favorite girl." He smirked and his face was mere inches from mine.
I smiled, and he stroked a piece of hair behind my ear.
Noah's POV
I handed Lisey a gorgeous dress, being her best friend I knew what colour fit her best... I sound so girly... gross. Plus the dress showed a lot of leg, and her legs were very fine.
"Noah?" I spun around on my heel to the semi familiar voice.
I waved at her.
She waved her hand for me to come over with her. I motioned towards the dressing room. But she did an odd exsasperated motion and I sighed and walked over.
"Hey baby." She smiled at me, wrapping an arm around my neck and putting a hand on my chest.
I smirked, "Hey Hans." She giggled wildly at the name, "We still on for Saturday?" She said leaning closer. I nodded.
She then did a bipolar turn and put her hand on her hip. "Who's in there?" She pointed to Lisey's dressing room. I smiled looking at Lisey's feet from under the door and catching her at just the right point, to see her trip on some clothes, scattered across the floor.
I chuckled. "My best friend." She looked at me like she didn't believe me.
"Your best friend's a girl?" I nodded with a chicken-shit smile on.
