*sorry it took me so long...

Chapter 11

I woke up from my dream about Gabe, to the sound of a vacuum. I fucking hate those things. It's like they were designed to make people go fucking deaf. I was a little embarrassed about dreaming of Gabriel. I mean, we've hung out with him for like a week straight now and I knew he was flirting with me, but I'm pretty sure I didn't reciprocate.

I looked up at Noah to see that he was still peacefully sleeping. How the hell is that possible? I scoot up so my head is level with his. Oh. He's using headphones. He must've gotten up to get the iPod while I was sleeping. I turned so my back was facing him and I pulled his arm over me and held it there so he was holding me. Noah yawned and tightened his grip on me. He pulled away a few seconds later.

"Morning." I whispered. He hummed and I turned over. He was looking at me with almost sad hazel eyes. I wonder what that's about. I smiled anyway and gave him a small kiss. He got up, threw the iPod on the desk, and dug around in his suitcase for clothes. I admired his ass while he was bent over in boxers. I love that ass, even if he won't let me have it.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked. I saw him shrug and keep digging for clothes.

"Do you want to go to the park?" he shrugged, "Shopping?" Another shrug.

"Babe." Noah turned around with one eyebrow cocked.


"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" he turned back around and continued to dig through that fucking suitcase. This was pissing me off so I got up and went over to him. I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around to see that he was looking at me with an annoyed expression.

"Talk to me. I know something's wrong." He moved out of my grasp and grabbed his clothes from the floor, heading towards the bathroom.

"Noah please, tel—"

"There is nothing wrong! Jesus! Can't you just give me a break?!" he exploded. I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open. What the hell?! Without waiting for my reply, Noah stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

"What did I do?" I whispered to myself. I used the other shower in my uncles' room, got dressed and sat on the bed with my legs tucked underneath me, while I listened to the running shower in the bathroom connected to the room.

I didn't want to get upset over something stupid but I don't understand what the fuck I did. I stared down at my fingers sitting in my lap, scanning my brain for even a shred of detail about what made Noah freak.

Coming up with nothing, I sighed and picked at a thread on my jeans. It had to have been a nightmare. He only acts like that when something's bothering him. The bathroom door opened and steam rolled out from the top, right behind Noah. He was dressed in his favorite skinny jeans and his Rocky Horror Picture Show shirt while rubbing a towel through his wet dirty-blonde hair.

I focused my eyes on his bare toes, not wanting to look up and let him see that he upset me. He dropped the towel on the floor and was silent for a few minutes.

"I'm not mad at you. I know that's what you're thinking." Noah said. I didn't look up. I didn't want to. I moved my eyes from his toes to my fingers and kept them there. I heard Noah move and felt the bed dip beneath his wait.

"Sean. I'm sorry I freaked, okay?" he pulled at my sleeve a little. I nodded but didn't look up. He sighed and touched my face gently with his fingertips.

"Hey. Don't shut down on me. I'm sorry I yelled at you." I looked up at him, making sure my face was blank.

"I'm fine." I shrugged and Noah sighed again.

"No you're not. I can read you like a book." He reached out to pull me into his arms but I backed away on the bed.

"Fine. I'm not okay, but how could anyone be okay when someone freaks out on you for no reason?" I told him. "What did I do that made you so angry? All I was trying to do was talk to you."

"You didn't do anything." He said quietly.

"Then, what the hell was that?!" I asked loudly. "I didn't do a goddamn thing to you!" he opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off, getting angry.

"I asked you if you were okay and you fucking blowup on me! It's like, every time we have sex, the morning after is terrible. Am I that bad in bed? Because you seem to get angry after you wake up every time. Maybe I should ju-"

"Sean!" Noah interrupted my rant.

"You wanna know why I freaked on you? It's because you kept moaning Gabriel's name all night." My face went blank again and he saw it. "Yeah. How do you think that make me feel?! Hearing my boyfriend moaning, thinking it was because of me, but it turns out it was another guy who made you moan like that. I had to get the iPod because you wouldn't shut up!" I gave him a weird look that said 'I have no idea why you're acting like this.'

"It was just a dream Noah." I said simply. Noah got off the bed and scratched his scalp.

"But that's just it. It wasn't just a dream. I've never heard you moan like that before. And Gabe wasn't even in the room!" he gazed at me with those damn hazel eyes. Those eyes made me want to melt and cry at the same time.

"Every seventeen year old guy has had a wet dream or two about someone they didn't want. It's a fact." he lifted his head up higher and looked me straight in the eye.

"No, it's not a fact. You've never heard or seen me having a wet dream about Dave, and I sure as hell don't want him." I tensed at just hearing his name.

"That's different."

"How? How is it any different?" I didn't have an answer so I stayed silent. Noah snorted.

"That's what I thought." He plopped down on the floor in front of the door to the bathroom and crossed his arms over his chest. I crossed the room and got on my knees in front of him.

"You know I only love you, right? I could never love anyone the way I love you." Noah looked up and smiled one of his breathtaking smiles at me.

"Thank you, Sean. You don't know what that means to me." I leaned in and kissed his lips softly.

"I did have another nightmare…" he whispered. My eyes widened and I took his face in my hands.

"Was it Dave?"

"No. This time it was just about you." I furrowed my brow and dropped my hands from his face.

"You weren't breathing. You were having a panic attack and you couldn't remember how to breathe. I was trying everything and the ambulance was taking too long." Noah said and ran his hand across my cheek.

"I didn't know what to do. I couldn't save you Seany." I was stunned. He never had a nightmare without Dave in it.

"Well I'm perfectly fine. No need to worry." He looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes.

"I woke up and was afraid it wasn't a dream, but then I heard you calling Gabriel's name. For the first time, you weren't there to make me feel better." One single tear trailed down his left cheek. Well, fuck.

"You could've woken me up Noah." His eyes narrowed and he got up off the floor.

"That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" I asked annoyed. I stood up and walked to the bed, lying down with my hands beneath my head.

"The point is that I never have to wake you up. You're always there for me, but last night you weren't." I snorted and he glared at me.

"So I didn't wake up before you one time. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I was sleeping." He walked over to me, punched me on the shoulder, and jumped on top of me. I 'oofed' as his weight landed on me but I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him on top of me.

"I'm hungry." I said. Noah sighed and bit my neck.

"Okay, I'll make you something to eat." I smirked and he started to get up but I pulled him back down.

"I love you." I told him. He licked me on the cheek. Fucking weirdo.

"I know. Come on." He left the room and I followed him, grinning like an idiot.

*Uhm yeah. Thanks for the reviews. keep 'em coming - Shayla :D