Noah was one of your bestfriends, and while he regularly wouldn’t care for such a title, for you it was somewhat surprising.

You were a particularly more… Valuable girl, he’d put it. Like a diamond. Yet you chose him to be a close friend, a nerd. Polar opposites seemed to attract you, he assumed.

You burst into his room, slamming the door open and throwing a variety of items onto the floor. All clothing, of course. He turns in his chair and hums.

“What’s got you so worked up, princess?”