Fancy Like

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B's pov

Noah's growing on me, how did he manage to get my number that night? I ordered using my home telephone the old way, and my phone… he saw my phone broken last night. Damnit.

I hate being pampered, he is craving to see me furious. I told him, I don't want a boyfriend, but why is he trying to be one?

Am I overthinking?

He called me the morning after we made out in my room, on my bed. I was mad that he disrupted my morning sleep, which I didn't recover from till now

I would have let it slide if he didn't call me on the weekend asking what was on my mind. He planted ideas there, I almost said it was him before I asked him to figure it out.

He's crazy, he came over to my place.

That night he was dressed up for the occasion, I didn't have to ask my bedsheets to be changed the next day because they smelt like a cookery.

We did nothing on my bed.

He can be sweet, so sweet that I hate it.

He came over during the afternoon after he took back his uniform to the place he had been working during the holidays.

He didn't come on a bike this time, he took an Uber but noted that he should probably have come with his grandpa's truck to the city and my house.

I would like to see him being country up, bet the Godfather and boots would fit him as those tight blue jeans did.

He makes me do stupid things, like running up and down the stairs chasing each other and picking fruits.

My family is not home at this time. Father expanded his tech firm to Europe, where he is.

My mother should be home soon, she and my younger sister followed him to Europe but are coming home before he does.

Until then, the house belongs to me. Father has guards keeping an eye on me 24/7 and reporting daily on what I have been up to.

We take turns dominating them, my father and I. They know better than report on me having a boy over. I can sense their dilemma every time they have something to report on but are afraid of what I might do if I find out

That's why having Noah in my house doesn't stress me at all. This was the last time he would ever visit my house, he knows.

When Noah came in, he stood by the gate explaining who he was and why he was there. He's brave and said we're working on something together.

I'M STRANDED AT THE GATE

His text vibrated my phone as I was waiting for him to dare.

I replied

HA, GUESS IT'S GOODBYE THEN

He maneuvered them to my door where he rang the doorbell. Intrigued, I climbed the stairs down to open for him.

I'm not the type to get excited about something that petty as a boy coming over, but my body couldn't help stiffening and flooding with emotions when I saw him standing at the door looking around.

Seeing me, he smiled.

He wasn't in a hurry to get in and stood outside asking me if I ever picked the ripe fruits.

"Why?", I asked, trying to avoid the obvious. Why should I ever pick the damn fruits when there are always fresh fruits in my house whenever I want some.

Making a face he said, "bet we're starting here", as he gestured for me to follow him through the grass to the edges.

He is fast-paced, and I saw how to show he forced himself to walk to keep up with me.

"Your home is more than I had imagined it to be that night, so much green. Do you play on the grass?"

What was with him and grass?

" I have a horse back home, I used to ride him on the grass, go around the farm inspection the crop and shit like that."

I was hung on the fact that he has a horse, I hate horses. But, I can't say no to a chance to poke fun at him.

" You own a farmhouse and a horse? Where did you come from?"

His eyebrows narrowed naturally.

" You hate horses", he said ignoring my question about his home, "the apples are of good variety. You know how to climb trees?"

Is he flirting?

I don't know what hole he climbed from but how dare he ask me if I know how to climb trees? Am I a squirrel?

Our trees are ancient, it's hard for anyone to pick from green apple trees without using a stick or something. He jumped twice trying to grab a branch but he only hit the leaves.

" I can climb on trees", I replied after eternity making him blush. Fuck! He thought I was talking about… damnit.

"Don't try this at home, come here", he said, stretching his arm. I don't want to go, but my body hardly listens to me. He added, "Climb on top of me."

Noah squatted asking for me to sit on his shoulders," hell no! " I declined his offer. The last thing I want is for a freshman to turn me into a doll commanding me to do every foolish thing he thinks of.

"I can lift you with my arms then, wanna try that?" he asked, standing up. " Climb ", I instructed squatting to get something off my toes, a grasshopper.

Noah is a great climber, he held onto the cut branches near the ground as he stepped on others one by one until he swung with one hand. The sight was alarmingly disruptive to look at.

While on top, he scanned for the best fruit he could find and said, "This one's for you."

I came beneath the branch he was seated on comfortably. He slowly let go of the fruit as I waited for it to hit my hand. I caught it perfectly, although a bit painful, and I was thrilled to do so.

"You are disrupting me, do you want me to fall from here?", he asked, picking random fruits and throwing them down.

What did I do? Just because I looked at him as he swung and admired the flexibility? He's too full of himself… wait what?

He is soft, but why do I sense some control freakish energy right now? This boy is a wonder.

He jumped down before I asked him to fall if he wanted to. Picking the five fruits, he walked to the orange tree and picked a couple.

"What's your favorite?", he asked.

"Band?"

I couldn't help the smirk on my face as he pulled his shirt up to carry his luggage of fruits. OMG, that kid has got some body, he got me feeling weird things. I recovered from it fast not to raise attention.

We walked to the house where I reluctantly opened the door for him, for the second time. Something I had never done in my existence.

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"Will I get that grand tour?", he asked out of the blue after we were done cleaning the fruits.

"Do you leave it in halves?" I asked, staring at the bowl of fruits.

Noah picked an apple and the one he picked for me then passed it, "We can multitask.".

"Remember I'm not your pony", I reminded him after he gave me a whole fruit.

He laughed at the thought before collecting himself and saying, "It's a horse. You want me to peal it for you?", he took it off my hand.

We were in the kitchen, he tried to locate a knife failing terribly. I pointed at a drawer but again he couldn't get it out as he searched for a handle.

I pressed the button for him to open the drawer and let his shocked face pick his poison. He went for the one double-edged.

"Uhm, a serial killer", I remarked.

"Get yourself one", he said almost seriously. I held my ground, " you just have to do it before I do."

I could sense his fear although grim.

" I don't have the guts to", he surrendered, carefully cutting the apple into two and making my body shiver.

He pealed half of it for me carefully making me worried that he was too flexible. Being naive and brave when he wants to, like a real heartbreak. Glad I don't have heart myself.

"One thing at a time", I said, leading him to the top of the house. He saw the punching bag I abuse when I'm angry but didn't dare ask if I could punch it.

He just said, "The view is breathtaking up here", to which I replied, "You're not writing a romance novel about it, are you?"

He said, "It's a dark romance. What do you do with all this alone?"

"Anything I want, what do you want to do?", I asked after considerately weighing his question. He was concerned that maybe I was lonely and using the huge mansion and fancy life to compensate for it.

My life is smooth.

"You don't wanna know, trust me", he replied in all seriousness.

"Spend my time mostly at one of my father's companies helping him come up with new ideas and code, then I came back here."

His brown eyes scrutinized my face before asking," What about at night? " " You're too curious. I get dinner and sleep like normal people do."

He made the intriguing face he makes when about to ask for something. Biting on the whole fruit like a horse, he said," You are a mystery to me, you know. "

He made my lips tremble, it was too early for him to start making me feel like this. A part of me hoped he had said it in trying to kiss me, which I would eventually decline. " Am I? "

I'm not the one to take a blow, may the best win.

" Yeah", he replied, slightly touching his short hair. He made obvious expressions that get mistaken for flirts.

"What will you do with me, solve it?"I asked sexually, trying to get him uncomfortable and it worked.

He bit his lip trying to hold the desire to take the conversation to that place.

"I can", he said, trying to be brave. I took two small ones for every step he took toward me. It wasn't sexual at all, but before we knew it the forces between us had been corrupted.

He picked up pace as I smiled making the distance o was creating smaller. When I felt my back against the wall I walked normally towards the stairs to which he responded by chasing me down.

We made noise running down the stairs to the ground floor. He was too close, I took the stairs down to the garage in the basements where he followed.

His mind was blown by the car collection my father keeps to be hip as his business venture gives me the upper hand to run towards the exit.

But he had the shortest recovery time as he followed. Tried to escape from his trap when it was between going back the way we came and the closed garage door.

He caught me and before I knew it the fucker had me between a Tesla and his body. I was out of breath as he was. He nervously scanned my defeated eyes for clues as our lips decided for themselves to collide.

I was able to hold the urge to kiss him enough to put my hand over his huge lips. He didn't force his way out of it, did I care if he should or not?

Taking his body away from mine slowly, he leaned against the same car exhaling.

"This is a wild collection of cars."

He said at last breaking the awkward moment.

"Ha, meet my father."