Noah was the type of guy to always have his phone on him, no matter the circumstances. Whether that be him in class, with his parents, eating; he always had it with him. It was a trait of his he didn’t have any plan on stopping.

Even when he got late replies regarding his friends, or being left on seen, there was never a time and place for him not to reply. He didn’t have much of a life outside of social media, apart from the times he hung out with you, which was quite often.

Like right now, his phone was pressed up against your face taking 0.5x photos, adding them to a special folder in his camera roll. He liked taking photos of you regardless of where you both were, you were always pretty in his eyes. “Right, go stand over there,” He pointed to a bench near a tree in the park you were both seated in, mainly because the sunlight casted a soft glow over your face to which he adored.

“Pretty girl.” He mumbled under his breath, taking photos of you, the black iPhone he held small in his big calloused hands. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips the more he stared at you. He thought of you as much more than a friend and he hoped you’d notice that one day.