Girlfriend?

                                    

                                          

Y/n POV
                          
I woke up to the smell of pancakes downstairs, and my necklace tucked between my fingers. The smell made my stomach rumble, and i knew i had to get up and eat them soon.
I got up out of bed and looked in the mirror.
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
(Kinda looks like this, but with long nike shorts that Noah would wear)
I shrugged it off knowing if i did anything, i would probably make my bedhead worse.
I tiptoed downstairs until i got into Noah's kitchen.
None of the maids were there, not even Noah's parents. Noah was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes on the pan.
"Hungry too?" i asked.
He jumped a but and looked behind him.
"Woah you fuckin scared me." 
I giggled and sat down at the kitchen counter seats.
"Why are you cooking? I thought you were supposed to wait for the maids to do that." i said.
"My god.. Just because we are celebrities doesn't mean we cant cook for ourselves. Thats what i say to the maids and my parents, but THEY insist."
I laughed at his response and got up behind him.
"Can i help?" i asked hugging him from behind.
He flinched not expecting me to hug him, but he let me do it anyway.
"Depends. Can you actually cook? Or are you gonna make a mess?" he asked.
"I don't know. We'll have to see.." i said grabbing a spatula from the drawer.
He moved over a few inches so we could flip the pancakes together.  
I took the spatula and dug under one of the pancakes. I saw Noah watching me closely, and so i flipped it as fast as i could.
The pancake was a golden brown, with a more brown ring around the edges.
It smelled amazing.
I looked at him and pointed at the pancake.
"Alright. So your good." he said handing me a plate.
I picked the pancake with the spatula off of the pan and onto my plate.
I walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down grabbing a fork and knife.
Noah walked up from behind me and sat on the  chair next to me.
We ate them together, with maple syrup, and some whipped cream.
It was almost 9:24 AM when we finished.
When we finished we kind of just looked at each other for a while. 
Noah had this rule with his family that you cant go open gift until everyone in the house is ready. Basically we had to wait until everyone woke up.
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His hazel eyes traveled from one eye to another of mine. His hair was ruffled and messy, even though he had a shorter haircut.
He was smiling with no teeth, wearing an Adidas sweatshirt, and gray sweats.
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"Can i ask you something?" he said slowly, making me incredibly nervous.
"Uh, yeah." i said.
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"Your mom. What did she look like?" 
He knew that i would wince at remembering her, so he was delicate with asking.
I reassured him letting him know that it was okay.
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"She had the most beautiful brown hair that went down all the way to her stomach. Her eyes were a icy blue, and she had the most contagious smile." i said looking at my feet.
"Thats amazing. I wish i could have met her." he said looking down from my eyes.
"I wish i could see her again." i said looking back up.
We made eye contact.
Then i heard footsteps from the stairs, and turned to see Chloe and her parents walking downstairs.
I smiled and waved to them.
Noah pointed at the stove where pancake batter was, and a still hot pan. He had left the stove on incase they wanted some pancakes too.
Noah's dad looked at me weirdly, and then smiled at Noah. His mother waved back at me and walked right over to the stove to make pancakes.
Noah's father sat next to me, and Chloe sat next to Noah.
Noah's dad looked straight at Noah and asked him bluntly.
"What are you two?" he asked.
Noah's eyes widened and he looked straight at me.
"Friends." i quickly covered for him.
His dad turned to face me, and i felt his piercing eyes stab me.
"Oh, come on. I know that Noah wouldn't bring a normal friend home for Christmas." he recovered.
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We looked at each other, until Noah took a deep breath.
"I don't know." he said.
I looked at him confused.
Chloe stepped in.
"Dad, they obviously like each other. They are probably boyfriend and girlfriend." she said winking at me.
Oh god Chloe...
I looked at Noah and his face was bright red. I felt my face, and it was getting hot.
"I guess thats what you could call it." Noah mumbled looking at the ground.
To my surprise, His dad hugged me from the side.
Chloe tried to hug Noah, but he pushed her off.
She pretended to be sad, but Noah rolled his eyes.
Noah's mom walked over, and patted Noah's head from behind with the spatula in her in her other hand.
"My sons finally got a girlfriend!" she exclaimed sarcastically. Everyone in the room started laughing except Noah and I.
He looked at me partially smiling, and i smiled back.
Noah's face was slightly pink.
I giggled to myself.
Noah..
Your family is so cute!
I frowned remembering mine.
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i felt a buzz under my seat, and i pulled out my phone.
                          
Noah Schnapp 
                          
Direct Messages
                          
- Hey my number is 918-224-6778 so we can just text.
                          
- Ok.
                          
I went onto messages and typed in Noah's number.
                          
Noah🌻
                          
- Hey its Y/n
                          
- Gotcha. Why are you frowning?
                          
- Its nothing, really.
                          
- Im not afraid to spam you.
                          
- Ugh... Well i'm just scared. My dad probably wants to kill me now, and i cant go home. Well, i can, i just don't want to. Your family is so sweet and caring, and i hate driving alone.
                          
- My family? Pfffft. They are annoying as fuck. No i'm just kidding, i know. I hate driving alone too. Why don't you tell him we are coming to visit him so we can talk to him TOGETHER. We can explain everything, make him understand. Maybe it wont be as bad.
                          
- That sounds like a good idea, and a horrible one. Im all for it. i'm sure we can go visit him at the prison. Jeez i'm so scared.
                          
- And, i wanted to ask you something before my family so rudely interrupted.
                          
- What is it?
                          
- Well.. I guess its already confirmed, but do you really want to be my girlfriend?
                          
- Yes😊
                          
- I love you Y/n.
                          
- I love you too Noah.
seen
                          
I looked up from my phone to see Noah smiling at me.
I smiled back, and put my phone away.