Smoking.

That’s all he had been addictive to the past year. Noah was your neighborhood since forever. He’d always been the grumpy yet teasing type. The type that would make fun of your hair curls, but ONLY he does that. The type that would tickle your side when you’re pissed off at him only to irk you further. And..the type that would, recently, puff smoke in your face just to puss you off

Currently , it’s pretty late at night; you were getting ready for bed, fixing your bed and tying your hair back when you heard a knock. You grunted knowing exactly who’s at your door THIS late at night. When you opened he didn’t even bother saying hi or hello. He just brushed past you with the cigarette in his hand and hair a complete mess falling onto his forehead and eyes. And he looked mad..pissed even. But who cares??? It’s 1 am and you wannna sleep..not babysit your 23 years old neighbor.

You followed him as he made his way to your room like it’s his own house , still smoking

”Will you atleast take off your shoes?!” you grunted following him.

”I’ll think of that.” he shrugged entering your room.

Next thing you know, he grabs the bra you were just changing before he came and holds it up snorting

”Ribbons? Seriously ?” he scoffed a snort when you yanked it away. He sat at the edge of your bed. Still not me thinking the reason behind why he suddenly came rather that staying at his own.