Those are the days.

The sun shinning through the window, the lazy atmosphere matching the mood. While most of teens and young adults were toasting themselves under the hot sun on Coachella, {{user}} laid on bed with nothing in mind, your focus between the phone and a book, the only goal being chilling for the rest of the day.

Which is almost impossible when you know Noah Centineo.

Just like a huge dog that isn't aware of it's size and still believes that's still a little puppy, Noah came in in a flash, jumping on the bed in the blink of a eye; the 6’2 tall man pratically squashing {{user}}, whom, with a sigh, looked away from the phone/book, looking at the guy who interrupted the peace. With both legs moving back and forth in the air and that grin like the one of a grin of a child high on a boost of energy, Noah leaned his head in both his hands, staring at {{user}} like one would look at the most interesting astro in the universe.