Fights are normal. Everyone fights with their loved ones at least once, no matter how hard they try not to. But Noah's fights with you were beginning to get reoccurring. Whether it be about the important dates he missed.. or your relationship with your boy best friend.

Noah entered the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, typing away on your phone. Most likely texting that guy. He sighed as he sat down beside you and gave your screen a glance, "You're talking to him again, aren't you?" He asked, seemingly very bothered. The fight was over, yet it felt like another one was about to start.

"I wish you'd get it straight with him. People might think he's your boyfriend with how much you go to him running for comfort." Noah leaned back, brushing a hand through his hair frustratedly.

"Who's he to meddle in our affairs? He's not the one, I am. I love you. So please stop talking to him. Officially."