pretty brown eyes (a 3rd part to 'boyfriends ^^' but it's better grammar!!!)

chapter 18: gun to the head

The pretty brown eyes opened.
I let out a sigh of relief and squeeze Noah's hand, putting my hand on the side of his face. "Hey..," I whisper. He stretches.
"What happened?"
"Apparently, Parker beat the hell out of you. Your nose was bleeding, you've got a bruise under your eye, your lip was cut, and your head was bleeding."
Noah chuckles softly, shaking his head. He is still so damn attractive. "He's literally insane."
I nod slowly. "I got that memo," I joke. My voice is quiet because I'm trying to be gentle. Noah tries to sit up, but I shake my head and push him back down onto the bed softly. "No, no, no.. stay laying down. Do you need anything?"
Noah blushes slightly and shakes his head. "No. I'm okay, baby."
"You should have some sort of concussion right now."
"I probably do," Noah chuckles, rolling his eyes and looking at the ceiling.
I sigh and decide it's best to try talking about something else. "Jordan's on a date with Zoey right now."
"Her girlfriend, right?" he whispers.
"Yeah. Her girlfriend." Noah looks so tired. I kiss his forehead. "Hey, if you're tired, you can go back to sleep. I'm sure it's safe." I get on the bed beside him, laying down and wrapping my leg around him. He smiles and wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek.
"You're so sweet, you know that?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "I'm not sweet."
"Yeah you are. You'te literally a boy who doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings no matter how bad they are. You've been through so much and yet you still have the best intentions with everything. And not to mention you just look sweet, with those little puppy dog eyes and your soft lips and.."
"Why are you saying all this?" I whisper.
"Because I love you," Noah answers, not hesitating for a moment, "and you deserve to know everything I think of you. How much I love every part of you, how lucky I feel to have you as my boyfriend. How being with you makes me feel like I'm in a dream."
I giggle softly. "I feel like I'm in a dream
sometimes, too."
Noah hesitates; an odd time to struggle on a response.
"Maybe we're just both dreaming together," Joah jokes. I snicker and shrug.
"I'd be okay with dreaming forever as long as you were here with me."
  Noah smiles. "I would, too."
  "I love you, Noah," I whisper.
  "I love you too, Jayden," Noah whispers back.
  We don't say a word after that. Eventually, Noah falls asleep, but I don't.
  I think on how he said I'm sweet, how much he loves me, how I wouldn't hurt someone no matter what...
  I sigh and hug Noah a little tighter, burying my face into his shoulder. "Please," I mumble despite knowing he's asleep, "Please never leave me again."
  Noah doesn't reply because he's asleep. I breathe deeply and close my eyes.

•••

  "Parker's not in his room," Jordan says, hopping onto the counter and sitting on it.
"He's not?" I ask, leaning my back against the counter beside her as I set down my drink.
"Nah." Jordan gestures to his door. "Haven't seen him since he beat the hell out of Noah."
I sigh because thinking of Parker jacking up my boyfriend makes me upset. "Whatever," I mutter under my breath, "How'd it go with Zoey earlier?"
Jordan smiles. "I wore my dress and she really liked it. Also, we went to the park and we just held hands, and—"
Jordan continues to blabber and I nod every now and then, listening to her talk about Zoey. I'm really happy that Zoey makes her so happy.
Jordan cuts herself off while talking about Zoey's favorite game and says, "I gotta go to the bathroom." She hops off the counter and leaves, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen. I'm kind of hungry anyways. I pull some waffles out of the freezer.
  I'm throwing some waffles in a toaster at eleven at night. I sit on my phone, waiting for the annoying pop, and when I do hear it, I set my phone down, but then this asshol comes in and just grabs my waffles.
  "What the hell?" Of all times, Parker decides to make his entry taking my waffles.
  "I was hungry, man." Parker takes a huge bite out of one. "Sorry."
  I roll my eyes and open the freezer to grab new waffles. I pop them into the toaster, avoiding conversation Parker the best I can.
  Nevermind. I can't help myself. "Why did you hurt Noah?" I ask, my back to Parker because I don't wanna look at his face when he's gave my boyfriend a bruise under his eye.
  "We were fighting and I won, I dunno."
  "Why were you fighting?"
  "Because Noah's a little pussy."
  I tense up.
  "What?" I ask, my voice quiet.
  "He's a pussy and he's a liar. I mean, honestly," I hear Parker laugh, "why do you like that guy? I get it that he's my brother, but I would not hesitate to hurt that guy again."
  My eyes flicker at the counter and the things in front of me; bananas, a toaster, a thing of spoons, and a knife holder. I hate Parker. I hate how he acts like he cares about Noah, but at this point he's doing everything out of pure fun. Spite. He's inside. I hate the way he grins like he's some villain, I hate the way he could truly make me think he was decent sometimes, I hate the way he acts so calm for a guy who's done so much bad, I hate him.
  "That glass should've broke his head open," Parker mutters.
  I grab a knife from the holder.
  "Huh?" Noah comes in rubbing his tired eyesand leaving againdt the counter beside me. "You guys good?"
  I put the knife down and turn around to face them.
  Parker's eyes light up and he's got this cruel smile on his face I can tell he's gonna do something bad. "Noah!" Parker laughs and wraps an arm around Noah's neck as if he's his buddy. "I was just about to tell Jayden here about your little secret!"
  Noah's eyes fill with worry and he shakes his head. Before he can say anything, Parker's hand that was on Noah's shoulder covers his mouth, keeping him stuck in his grasp. Noah shakes his head.
  "Secret?" I ask, pausing between words, "What secret?" Noah shakes his head. "Let go of him, what the hell?"
  "You're dreaming, Jayden," Parker says with that cruel smile growing. "You've been dreaming since that gun put you in the hospital."
  I feel my heart sink a little. "What?"
  "Specifically," Parker uses his other hand to pull out a gun. The same exact gun I used to shoot myself in October. The same gun.
He holds it up to Noah's head. "Now, you try to grab Noah, this bullet is going straight into his head. Back the fuck up and listen."