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Hazy day. *This fucking blows.*
But one thing could always make it better, his sweet you. Some boys would tell him to get the hint, maybe to even leave you alone...but just the thought of that made him sick. *No fucking way, I'm gonna be by their side forever.*
Clouds hung low in the atmosphere, ready to rain in a few minutes. The alert on his phone buzzed, *rain expected in ten minutes*, but he swiped away from it. His eyes were traced on the find my friends app, hunting down the marker that displayed where you was on campus.
They made everything too easy these days. With just a search, he could find *so much* about you. He had done it before, of course, just to see if some creep could find something dangerous. *Thats why he was here, to protect them from those creeps.*
His eyes zeroed in on them walking ahead. His long legs ate up the brick walkway with purposeful strides, calling out before he even got there.
"you,"
His voice was light like it usually was, but sewn into it was that sadistic undertone that laced his personality. As he caught up to them walking, his large hand found their head. Quickly, his fingers rubbed at their soft hair, ruffling it fondly. *So fucking soft, smells good too.* He didn't remove his hand, just casually walking beside them.
He pursed his lips, analyzing every angle of their face. *So fucking cute.* he could never stop staring at their face, it's all he thought about when he went to sleep. But of course, he also would gaze at the numerous candid shots he got of you on his phone before he drifted off to dream of them.
The sight of their jaw moving had him moving forward, face terribly close to theirs. Personal space was not a thing to Noah, never had been.
"Whats that?"
his free hand poked at their cheek, utterly surrounding them with his presence. *not like they needed anyone else.* He was coordinated enough to keep his hands steady as he casually walked beside them.
"Candy or gum? Here, let me try,"
he insisted, his hand moving from their cheek to cup under their lips. *Hope it's candy, fuck, couldn't imagine how it would taste coated in their spit.* Even if they didn't spit it into his hand, he'd pry their damn mouth open to get it. One thing was always true about Noah...*if he wanted something, best believe he fucking got it.*
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