After a long day of going on roller coasters and rides, a lot of screaming, and a lot of pictures, we were finally back at the hotel. Everyone was extremely exhausted today so we all agreed to just get room service tonight for dinner and call it an early night. 

"Bye," Bella waved at Ava before the doors to the elevator closed and we continued ascending to our floor. 

"I'm very tired I think I'm gonna go to bed," I sighed, leaning my elbow on her shoulder, "In the dark, like normal adults do," I chuckled. 

She pulled her shoulder from under my arm, shaking her head while I laughed. "Noah, I swear to god, I am one second away from throwing you out of this elevator," she groaned. 

"Really? Is that a promise?" I smirked, stepping closer to her. 

"Give it a rest," she scoffed, pushing me back. 

"Is that a promise?" I repeated, grabbing her wrist. 

She rolled her eyes while leaning against the wall. "Yes, it's a promise," she nodded. She put her head back, looking up at me while I stood directly in front of her, almost against her. She swallowed before blinking up at me. "What?" she asked. 

"What?" I repeated. 

"Why are you staring?" she questioned. 

"Because I can," I retorted. 

"How charming," she chuckled. 

I stepped aside when the elevator dinged open. "What was your favorite ride today?" I asked, grabbing her hand in mine and swinging them back and forth. 

"Um," she laughed, "All of them," she said. 

"That's not a real answer," I argued. 

"Sure it is," she replied, pulling her hand out of mine only when we reached our rooms. 

"I'll see you before your bedtime," I sang. She smacked my shoulder, pushing me before going into her room. I entered my room and grabbed my pajamas first, heading to the shower. 

I stepped out without my shirt on while drying my hair when there was a knock at my door. "One second!" I called out, grabbing my shirt. I opened the door and saw Bella. "Hey," I grinned. 

"Hi, hungry?" she asked. 

"Why? You wanna take me out?" I smirked. 

"Funny, I'm ordering room service, your room is next to mine. You wanna have dinner?" she asked. 

"Sure, over here?" 

"I don't mind," she shrugged in response. I stepped aside and let her in, closing the door while pulling my shirt on. We both read through the menu cards and then I placed the order. I got the door when housekeeping arrived with our food and thanked them before closing the door. I turned to her, watching as she pressed the button on the remote, flicking from channel to another. 

"They don't even have good movies on," she pouted, sitting up against the headboard, crossing her legs. 

"Does any hotel ever actually have good movies on?" I chuckled. Surprisingly, we found Psycho screening on the TV. Psycho as in from 1960. "You know when you're asleep tonight," I cleared my throat, turning to her, "That guy is gonna come get you," I laughed as the girl screamed on screen in the shower. 

The infamous shower scene everyone knows. Even people who haven't watched it. She's taking a shower, he rips the curtain open, he has a knife, you know the story. 

"You are such a piece of shit," she shook her head, smiling and trying not to laugh. 

"Then you can scream like that," I laughed. She threw a pillow at me which I dodged, sitting back, watching the movie with her. 

"I don't get why slasher movies show murders like this," she mumbled. 

"Like what? With the knife going like this?" I asked, poking her stomach and ribs before tickling her neck. She's ticklish everywhere, it's actually really adorable. 

"With the killer literally slashing their face. Nobody kills people like that," she laughed, grabbing my hand and holding it in hers to keep me from tickling her. 

"It was the god damn 60s, Bella, it's a movie, it's exaggerated," I chuckled. 

"Yeah, but still," she mumbled sitting against the headboard. 

"If it was made realistically, then nobody would want to watch them because of how scary they would be for people," I chuckled. 

"I'd watch it," she shrugged. 

"Yeah, and then sleep with a night light on," I snorted. 

"Noah, I swear to fuck!" she yelled, smacking a pillow on my face. I laughed, grabbed her hand, and held it down in mine. 

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I sat on her bed, scrolling through my phone while she brushed her teeth in her room. "Noah!" she called out. 

"What?" I asked, still not getting up. 

"I'll keep the lights off, I swear! You don't have to stay!" she exclaimed. 

"I don't trust you!" I replied while laughing. 

"So, you're sleeping in bed with me?" Her head popped out, toothbrush still in her mouth. 

"Yes," I nodded. 

"That's messed up," she mumbled. 

"Why is that messed up?" 

"I've known you for almost a week. It hasn't even been a week yet!" she shrieked. 

"You're gonna choke on toothpaste if you keep talking right now," I stated. 

"You say that like you want me to choke." She narrowed her eyes at me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, biting back a laugh. She came back out moments later and stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips. 

"You're really not leaving?" 

"No." 

"I'll kick you off the bed in the middle of the night, I swear," she said, walking over and sitting on her side of the bed, her back towards me while she plugged her phone on charge. 

"You don't move that much in your sleep, actually, I think I can handle it." I poked her waist and she jumped, glaring at me over her shoulder. "You are so ticklish," I laughed. 

"Oh what and you aren't?" she asked. 

"Not really," I shrugged. She turned around and jabbed her fingers into my ribs. "Ouch," I chuckled, "That just hurts, be gentle," I whined. 

"Be gentle?" she asked. She sat the right way before smacking her pillow on me repeatedly. 

"Bella!" I yelled, grabbing the pillow from her and tossing it on the carpeted floor before grabbing her wrists. 

"No! You never let go after you do that!" she screamed, scattering off the bed and running over to the desk. I managed to grab her shirt before she dodged me and yanked her back. She squealed when I tickled her before backing her up against the desk so she couldn't run away. "Let me go, please," she sang. 

"No," I said mockingly. She sighed before sitting on the desk, rocking her legs back and forth softly. "That hurt," I said, placing my hands on the desk beside her legs. 

"Really?" she grinned. 

"Really," I nodded, stepping forward. 

She giggled, staring at me, her eyes scanning my face, lingering on my lips before coming back up to my eyes. "Well? Are you gonna let me go?" she asked. 

"I'm not planning on it," I shrugged. 

"Oh?" she laughed. 

I took a minute to just look at her, really look at her. Her eyes were brown, but not just brown, almost golden under the light, she had very faint freckles painted across the bridge of her nose, flowing out to the apples of her cheeks, like scattered constellations, she had a very small bump on the bridge of her nose, probably from a stupid injury as a kid, she had a faint dimple on her chin and also a deep dimple on her right cheek. 

Only on her right cheek. 

A tiny, faded beauty mark was sitting on the right side of her upper lip, like Marilyn Monroe but like- ten times lighter. My eyes got stuck on her lips for a while before I forced myself to look up into her eyes. She raised her eyebrows at me questioningly but neither of us said anything. I fell into thought right there. 

What if I liked her? I never allowed myself to know her back at home, but now that I do, my head is just not working right anymore. I know her now when I never did before and I've found out so much about her so quickly and her personality, her ways, her thoughts... it's all very attractive. 

Everything about her is exactly what I would like in a girl. Which says a lot because I made it through high school with only one serious relationship in junior year. That didn't end very well, I got cheated on. 

Moreover, I acted like I didn't give one shit because everyone already thought I was an asshole, might as well keep that reputation going, right? So I did. Eventually, I got over it but I still never spoke to her. 

I didn't really even try getting to know another girl after that, nor was I interested in it, but I was always interested in Bella Miller. At first, not for the right reasons, I admit. I'm pretty sure every guy on the team was interested in her because she was the coach's hot daughter. 

But I've always wondered what she would be like. Now I know.

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