Chasing Bad✔[Rewritten][Currently Being Edited]

Chapter 36

"Why you lookin' all tense?"

Looking over to see Trevor sitting down, I glare. "What'd you say to her?"

"Nothin' much, told her my name, that we friends. Worked my charm, you know the deal."

"What charm?"

"Real funny man, real funny."

Screwing the cap on the flask, I lean my head back. Staring up at the ceiling, my eyes trace over the holes and peeled paint. A knock comes from the door and I groan, standing up, I trudge over towards the door.

I open it and am greeted by a tentative smile, one that doesn't quite reach Noelle's eyes. Letting her inside, she steps past me and I close the door behind her. For a moment we stand there, both of us unsure of what to say to the other.

"Why are you here?" I ask, coming across a lot more harsh than intended.

She scratches the back of her neck, meeting my gaze. "Just wanted to know if we were still good, you left in a bit of a hurry yesterday so.."

"I'm fine."

"You make enough money for the burial yet?"

Folding my arms, I shake my head. "No, I need about five hundred fifty more dollars."

I head into the living room, well if you can even call it that, and she follows. Sitting down beside me, we sit in an awkward silence as I flip through the channels. Coming across Paw Patrol, I set down the remote. Gavin used to love this show.

After staring at the television for a few minutes I hand her the remote. My eyes become glossy and I release a breath I wasn't aware I was holding once she changes the channel. Fighting back the tears, I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

She puts her arms around me and I lean into her, welcoming the warmth. Feeling myself relax against her, Noelle rests her cheek against my forehead. What is this girl doing to me?

Readjusting my body so her head lays on my shoulder, I hold her closer, not wanting to ever let her go. We stay like this until she falls asleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest calming me. Never in a million years had I imagined I'd feel so confused about someone, much less a girl. But here I am..

Gently laying her head on the nearest pillow I stand up, putting her feet on the couch. The door opens and I turn to see Trevor, holding a small paper bag. He walks and stands beside me, looking at Noelle and then me with a mischievous grin.

"You ain't good at stayin' away."

Tell me about it.. at this point I don't think I want to. When her arms wrapped around me in an attempt to comfort me, I felt like a little kid again. Only this time I actually felt safe. In her arms there was no place I'd rather be, and I think she felt it too..

I hate this.

A/N

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