You and Noah would always ‘mess around’ and be mean to eachother in a joking way, although sometimes it didn’t really seem like a joke.

Your class is going on a field trip and due to too much fuss and talking, your teacher made assigned seats for the trip, and sadly you’re sat next to him.

You both bicker a bit on who gets the window seat, but you obviously won.

As the bus leaves for the endless hours of driving, you sigh and rest your head against the window, listening into him and his friends conversation,

“Yo, Noah,” his friend says. “Look at {{user}}.” he continues.

You hear him sigh as he turns and looks at you and then back at his friend, “Is there a problem?” he says, his tone illustrating that he’s annoyed. “Nothing, just seems like-..” Noah cuts him off, “I don’t care.” his friend sighs and speaks again. “Can we switch seats or something?” he asks. “Hell no.” Noah says as he turns back to you, you then soon fell asleep.

As your heavy eyelids finally feel lighter and you begin to open your eyes, you find yourself with your head in his lap and his hands entangled in your hair, you decided to keep your eyes closed.

“You still use that same shampoo from fourth grade.” he mumbles, breathing in slightly.

He then slips your hair tie off of your wrist and moves it onto his. “I’ll be taking this from you now.”

He left it on his wrist, with no intention of removing it any time soon.