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CHAPTER 67

It's been two weeks. Two weeks since making that make shift fair for Tom. Two weeks since making it up with my brothers...

And I swear it's been the best two weeks I have had since we have moved here.

I've been on cloud nine everyday, always feeling giddy and light, a smile on my face almost permanently all the time, I'm afraid it will stay like that.

But right now...I do not care, because these past two weeks have been good...great even, and the main reason why, is because of one person...

Noah.

Ever since he helped me out that day two weeks ago, we have practically been together every other day since. It's hard to believe that a couple of months ago, I utterly hated him and couldn't even stand to be around him.

He was annoying. An arrogant, annoying, big headed jerk who got under my skin with all those comments and stupid nicknames he made. I didn't want him around me at all.

But now....oh gosh, it's changed. I really don't understand how, but it has.

I want him around me, all the time. When he's not, I automatically search for him even if I realise I'm doing it or not. He may still be that annoying, arrogant, big headed jerk....but I don't just see that anymore, what I see now has overtaken all those things and caused me to feel all these stupid emotions that I would never have thought I would, especially for him.

He's sweet. He's caring. He's cute. He's Charming. He's Fascinating. He's handsome.....oh so gorgeous..

He's so much more...so much more than I can put into words.

The way he's been these past two weeks...the way we've been, I never thought would happen.

He's carried my books for me, he's given my lifts from school, he's shared some lunch with me, he's actually had a conversation with me that doesn't involve any sarcastic comment, from either of us. He's text me basically every day, in and out of school, he's good with Tom and the other little ones, being there to distract them all while I got an important essay done, he's given me these looks from across the classroom causing the swirls of butterflies to flutter away in my stomach, he's given me heart palpitations just from some of the looks or smiles he gives me!....and...he's kissed me.

Ohh he's kissed me...

Meeting me with those lips suddenly when I get into his car, pushing me up against the side of our house or in the middle of a completely empty school corridor.

He's kissed me, every chance there is basically. Every chance there is when we are alone that is. There is always no one around to witness, to see, and I am grateful of that because I don't want anyone to see this, whatever this is, just yet. No one needs to know what's going on, especially the ones I go home to every night...

I know I have my reasons for not wanting anyone to see, and Noah does too. His thou, a little less obvious, and the only ones I can think of that make a little sense are, he doesn't want people to judge, with his big reputation and many knowing him throughout the school, he doesn't want people to know that he's with me, the odd girl with too many brothers you have to use your fingers and toes to count.

Yes, it hurts a little bit thinking that, but then I'm not much better. Everyone I know knew I hated Noah...and now if they find out that we're....well...whatever it is we're doing, then...then...I don't want to be told...'I told you so', or anything along those lines.

I don't want people finding out until I know for sure...what is even going on.

As much as I have been happy these past weeks, I can't help but wonder.....we've kissed....more than just moving lips, involvement of tongue happening and some grabbing...but what does this mean?

I'm no expert at any of this ...but I've seen enough through the lives of my brothers...and I hope that whatever it is between me and Noah.....works.

Going from hate, to a very strong like, like.....it's weird....and confusing. Never feeling anything like this before, I don't know what to do. But I am just going with my instincts...going on what I get from Noah. And from the looks of it.....from these past weeks...from all he's done, it seems to be going pretty good.

And right now, unlike every other day this past week, I am actually not in the same room as him..but he's not far away, but this time, we aren't all alone...

“Oo yes! That's a great idea!” My eyes lazily glance over to my mom, who's sat happily in one of the arm chairs in the Dean's large open conservatory around the back of the house, holding a glass of clear lemonade as she's leaning forward slightly, engaged in a conversation with Ruby, sat opposite.

I have no idea what they are talking about but whatever it is, I am glad that they have become friends, because that is something my mom definitely needs.

“Lexi!” Looking up from my spot on the floor, leaning against a arm chair I am met by a beaming pair of dark blue eyes framed with long dark brown hair...

A smile comes too my face as I meet the five year old, “Hey Morgan..” I smile at the little girl, “I haven't seen you for a while..”

Morgan giggles, her cute little five year old laughter bringing another smile to my face as she steps over the objects on the floor, being some odd playing toys that Joe and Jack have abandoned, and she sits herself in my lap

“Loook!”

Looking down to Morgan's tiny hands, she opens them carefully and there placed in her small palms is a pure white flower, the petal perfectly straight and not crumpled.

“Oh wow...” I look at it in awe, “where did you find this M?” I glance down to her, a little slip of a nickname coming out too..

“Outside!” Morgan beams looking up at me with a adorable smile, showing her little baby teeth.

“Aw..wow...”I speak softly admiring the flower that sits in her hands, gently reaching out to stroke the white petals of the flower..

“It's prettyyy!” Morgan grins raising her hands towards me so I can see better and I nod with a smile agreeing.

“It is...” I smile, before thinking of an idea nad gentle pick up the flower by the short green stem, “Here...turn your head a little..” I tell Morgan, and she turns her head towards me with a curious look.

Smiling reassuringly, I push back her hair behind her left ear and then push the stem of the flower behind her ear, smiling as the white petals rest against her brown hair...

“There....now you look twice as pretty” I smile, “beautiful....” I smile smoothing her hair out the way and see the beam on her face.

Morgan giggles that sweet giggle of hers and spins around, jumping over the pile of toys on the floor and hopping across the room, “Mommy!” She giggles rushing over to her mom the other end, pointing to the flower in her hair, “Look what Lexwi did!”

I smile, chuckling ever so slightly as Ruby turns her attention to her daughter, smiling and gushing about the pretty flower, my own mother too admiring it and making a fuss..

With a small smile my gaze falls away from them, but suddenly catches another gaze staring at me.

On the opposite side of the conservatory, sat along a long couch with legs spread over the lap of my twin, a pair of brown eyes glare at me.

Frowning a little I look away, pretending I didn't see her look. What is her problem?! Gosh....I haven't done anything to her, even though there is plenty of things I would love to do.

Hearing some disappointed cheers coming from the opened doors that lead into the living room, I guess that the boys have just lost on some game that they are playing, and by boys I mean Hayden, Noah, Evan, Blake and Chris. Everyone else is dotted around here, doing different things to entertain themselves, everyone but me.

I was playing with Joe and Jack, building some tower with play bricks that they wanted to do, but well...you know six year olds, they have the attention span of a goldfish, and soon ran off finding something much better to do.

And that ….is to join Tom in running around with those little plastic guns that shoot foam pellets, thank god it's foam...as I've already had a few hits myself.

Cory, Darren, Lee and Aston are crowded in a corner, playing some board game that seems to be very intense as they all take an extremely long time to make their go, waiting to make sure it's the best option to go for.

I can never stand playing board games with Lee, Cory or even Aston, they all take it too seriously that I just end up letting them win all the time or getting myself disqualified as I don't follow rules – yes they take the rules of board games very seriously too.

But I can't complain now, because they seem to have found Darren to play, a perfect match as he seems to be just the same, and at least it keeps them from wondering around....

Along the sofa Seth and April are. Annoyingly as they are sat directly opposite me, and with hearing some girly giggles come from her making me cringe but try to ignore it, it's not that great.

I don't have a clue as to what they are doing, what they are looking at on Seth's phone, and honestly, I don't care. The only annoying thing is the occasionally glares I receive from her when Seth isn't looking.

Letting out a sigh, I shift, pushing myself up from the floor as I don't really want to be stuck in here any longer, the other room will surely be more entertaining....and if I happen to see a certain brown haired boy..then that's just a bonus...

I tug the black t-shirt i'm wearing with some red lips printed on the front down, smoothing it out over the light wash skinny jeans and I turn towards the doors that meet the kitchen, leading into the living room.

“Oh..Lexi!”

Just bout to step forward, I freeze and spin around, looking questionably towards Ruby as she's the one who spoke.

With a smile she speaks, “As your standing, would you grab the plate two plates that are on the counter in the kitchen please, sweetie? And uncover them also would be great.”

“Oh..yeah sure” I reply with a smile, nodding and turning back around again.

“Oo thankyou very much!”

Walking to the opened doors, I step into their large kitchen. The whole dinning table filled with large plates or containers that once did or still do have food in.

We were all invited to the Dean's house for dinner, and as there are a large number of us, Ruby had the great idea of putting on a type of buffet for us, with lots and lots of food, all from different sandwiches, cheese and crackers, to grapes, to many flavoured crisps and much more. With given a plate at the beginning, we could help ourselves, and due to the amount of things that have gone in the time we've been here, I say that some people have gone back for seconds, well...I know I have.

Looking over to the counter near the sink, I spot two large plates, covered in cling film and as I walk closer I can see that placed under it is some dark brown chocolate brownies...

Mmmmmm yum!

I hear my stomach grumble at the sight of them, not realise Ruby has made these....and judging from the rest of the food here tonight, I bet these are going to be just as delicious.

I start to unwrap the cling film from around one of the plates, breathing in the sweet smell of the brownies only making me want to eat one right now...

As I move onto the next plate, I suddenly feel a hand snaking around my waist, causing me to jump and let slip a squeak of surprise.

A deep chuckle I hear in response as I get turned around, my surprised eyes meeting those dark chocolate ones, “Sorry...” He mumbles, the smirk tugs at his lips showing that he's nothing but, “Didn't mean to scare you...” his arms tighten around my waist a little, pulling me away from the counter with that teasing smile on his lips.

I scoff raising an eyebrow, “Hmm...” I hum in response not believing him but still can't find myself mad at him like I would have been at least four weeks ago...

“I haven't seen much of you tonight....” He muses, standing with a slim gap between our bodied, “Had fun?” he smirks as if he knows that I haven't much as had been facing the devil all evening...

I grunt, frowning as I remember the glares throughout this evening coming from her, not understanding why and that's really getting to me, I like to know at least why I receive glares or why someone doesn't like me.

“What's wrong?” Noah suddenly asks, noticing my reaction and I hear the change in his tone, becoming more concerned.

I shake my head, gently pushing his arms that are around me away as I turn back around to face the counter, and let out a sigh as I reach to pull the cling film off from the plate, “I've just been dodging looks from the devil's spawn all evening....yeah..that's fun...” I roll my eyes sarcastically, pulling the cling film off, the same sweet smell invading my nostrils again.

“April?” Noah questions sounding a little surprised as he's stood behind me, “Why? What she been doing?”

I sigh again, my hands placed either side of the plate pilled with brownies on the counter and shake my head again.

“Nothing.....don't worry, I can sort it...” I respond, determined to not sound like a pathetic girl who goes away and cries to someone about what's happening, and not having the guts to do something about it themselves..

Yeah...i'm not like that...I can handle some dumb bitc-

“Hey...no, c'mon..” Noah's voice breaks through and his hand tugs at my arm, turning me back around..

“What's going on? April's my sister....c'mon you can tell me..” he urges, his eyes soft as he looks down to me from the few inches that he hovers over me..

I roll my eyes a little shaking my head at him, “There's nothing going on, I just would like to know what her problem is” I grumble with a small frown as I slip out from his arms again, taking hold of one of the plate of brownies and moving it across to the island in the middle of the kitchen...

“..April has a lot of problems..” he chuckles jokingly but I just scowl, “Na...well..maybe she just doesn't like that you don't like her and your brother together..” he replies and I sense a shrug.

“Did she say that?” I turn around to face him standing a few steps away.

Noah shakes his head, taking a step closer to me, “No...but she's my sister...I can figure things out..” he replies, a small sneaky smirk on his face that causes the corners of my lips to twitch into a smile at the look on his face but I stop the full smile from forming.

Huffing a little, Noah steps forward again, creating less space between us so now all he has to do is reach out and he will touch my arm. “Relax Lex....she can't do any harm..” He smiles little hint of a chuckle in his voice...

She can't do anything?....yeah..I somehow don't believe that...

“Yea...whatever....I don't really wanna talk about her right this moment..” I wave it off as his eye capture mine once again, causing thoughts of that devil to erase from my mind as my stomach fills with butterflies..

A smirk creeps up onto his face as he closes the distance between us and presses my back against the counter top and I start to feel my heart beat faster as I can feel him leaning closer..

“Then what do you want to be thinking about hmm?” he muses teasingly , his forehead now resting against mine causing my breathing to hitch..

“I...I um..” I fumble over my words, not being able to pull together a sentence as with him this close messes up my mind...

Amused by this, like the little ba$tard he is, his lips brush against mine causing my heart to hammer and my lips to tingle from where he touched..

“I think I already now...” I smirks with a twinkle in his eye, before a hand comes up to my cheek, gently cupping it as his lips press against mine softly, my eyes fluttering close as I move mine with his, kissing him back and just letting my mind be clouded by … him. Just him.

Getting lost in the kiss with all thoughts of where we are going out the window, I just concentrate on one thing.

Whenever we're not together this is all I think about. I can't help it. It's like he's dug his way into my brain and refuses to let me think of anything else while apart. When we are together, I seem to not be able to get enough, always wanting to be near him, 'accidently' bump into him as an excuse for our hands to brush. I feel like I need him around to give me this happy, excited and bubbly feeling.

He's addicting.

I can't and don't want to, get rid of him.

Too heated up in the kiss we both don't realise a small boy hiding behind the other side of the island, and it's only when something soft hits my arm from being fired by a force, that I pull back, opening my eyes to see a grinning four year old behind the island aiming the plastic toy gun towards us..

“YAY!” Tom cheers with that cheeky grin as he comes running around the island. My arms dropping from Noah quickly and stepping back as his fall from around me too and I blink wide eyed at the four year old with my heart pounding...

He saw. How much did he see?!

“T-tom!” I say a little breathlessly, and don't miss the small smirk appearing on Noah's lips..

“Ohh! Oh yeah...yeah you got me!” I say forcing a smile and a small laugh as I pick up the foam pellet that landed on the floor, stepping over to Tom who beams as I hand it back to him.

“How long were you hiding there hmm?” I question smiling down at him and trying to hide my anxiousness.

“UntilI jump out!” Tom replies grinning as he fiddles with his gun that seems to look too big for his small arms...

Tilting his head thou, Tom looks behind me towards where Noah is and scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion, “What wur you awd Nowah dowin!?” He questions, blinking his big eyes innocently and I feel my eyes soften a little at the toddler, realising that his innocence is just that. He has no clue....but that doesn't mean his description of what he saw can prove to someone of what he really did see...

“Uhh....” I stutter for a response, glancing back over towards Noah for help...

Smirking slightly he steps forward to my side, “I was only saying hello to your sister..” Noah tells Tom with a smile and Tom looks up to him blinking again.

“Rwelly?”

Giving Tom a smile, I can see the hint of the smirk in it, but to the four year old it