I despise cooking shows.

Something about the way they present food and recipes makes me feel so mad.

And hungry(which makes me feel mad).

The worst part is when you find yourself staring at the screen like a creep without any food around you. Or without the energy to make something as good as what you see on the show.

Now, with Noah sitting next to me on his black couch, they were making a chocolate mousse. God, I hate it when they make deserts. It's harder to forget about them after you watch the whole thing.

I felt Noah's deep eyes glancing at me from time to time during the cooking show, but couldn't understand the situation we were in, no matter how hard I tried.

He was living alone, and so he had an empty room for us(with a bed). Jacob and I were sharing the unoccupied room, while Noah's room was right in front of ours. 

Since the moment we entered his house, he acted like a different person. He handed Jacob his favorite chocolate with a comforting smile, then played soccer with him for the rest of the day.

I felt like he understood my pain and worries and was willing to share them with me.

I jumped at the opportunity to call my mother to tell her the news (using his phone). At first, she freaked out. I could bet she would cry on the other line of the phone. Somehow, she managed to gather herself and told me that she will call me tomorrow.

Just as I thought that nothing could go straight, Noah ordered pizza.

On our first day with him, he managed to change the fact that we were terrified of pizza and the news coming along with spending precious money on the delicious piece of bread.

I didn't know how to thank him enough, but I did know that nothing would show how I truly appreciated his help.

While bitting my lips to stop myself from jumping at the tv and eating the good-looking chocolate mousse, I felt Noah tense beside me.

"I wanted to kill this son of a bitch, you know that?"

"Why?" I whispered.

"Because he raised his hand on you. Because you look like you didn't sleep for weeks. Because he almost made Jacob cry today at practice."

"Why do you care Noah? You hate me," I stated a fact, my tone too harsh for my liking.

"I messed up with you many times, but I don't hate you. You just annoy the hell out of me sometimes."

If he was trying to joke, he was far from laughing with his furious expression and clenched fists.

"It's hard to believe, Noah."

"I am not living an easy life, Sky. I am not an easy person. Things change you for the worse, people change you for the worse. I am better off alone."

Feeling overwhelmed by his honesty, I muted the tv and faced him on the black couch, my hair covering at least half of my face in the process.

"I understand," I said to him.

Luckily, Noah's gaze was no longer on the floor. His eyes were wide with surprise when he decided to notice my existence, and look up at me.

"You do?"

I nodded.

"But, Noah, don't step on other people on your way to loneliness and self-pity."

"That's deep for our first real conversation," he fought a smile.

"I know," I didn't fight it, just smiled sympathetically at him.

Something flickered in his beautiful green eyes, and when he came to realize, he masked it over immediately.

He was determined to end our 'first real conversation' all of a sudden, moving his eyes back to the(not so) interesting show.

"Stop staring at the tv and look at me, Noah. It's not like Rocky will finally get to show up on that freaking channel," I told him bitterly.

"You know Rocky?"

"You are talking to his biggest fan," I announced and smiled proudly at him.

"I can't believe it," he brushed his dark hair with his large hands, not laughing just yet.

"Always remember that if I can change and you can change, everybody can change," I gave him the best line from the movie, hoping with my whole heart that he understood the true meaning behind the chosen quote.

His laughter filled the cozy living room with great pleasure.

Or me, to be exact.

I knew that it was so wrong to let the butterflies fly freely inside my stomach.

I knew that soon enough, he will go crazy on me again.

But his laugh. His laugh gave me the feeling that many memories could be made in every spot of the house.

"Wait here," he told me when he managed to clam down and jumped off the couch to run straight to the kitchen.

Noah was holding many ice cubes on the way back to the comfy couch, silently asking for permission when he was close enough. Knowing what he was about to do, I nodded. He raised my chin softly to press the ice cubes to my neck. The sharp pain made me wince unpleasantly and back away a little.

As a response, Noah held the back of my neck with his free hand and kept pressing the ice cubes to the bruised skin. He was focused on examining the damaged skin while I was studying him closely.

His dark eyelashes were now covering his eyes, reminding me of the time when I was staring at him in science class when I thought he wasn't looking. I was always so sure that he didn't notice that when he told me to stop being so creepy, I was more shocked than embarrassed.

"You are staring," he slowly moved the ice cubes along my neck.

"I am not."

God, I need to work on my staring skills.

"You have a thing with staring at people."

"I don't."

"Whatever you say, princess," he smiled a knowing smile.

"You remember, don't you?" I frowned at him.

"How can I forget?"

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Guys, Rocky is my love. 

If you have nothing better to do, GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW!

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