One and Only

Awkward...

"No need to thank god, you can just thank me," Rose piped up.

"-else I'd probably be crying my eyes out because no matter how much I love kids, there's no way I want one as a teenager."

"Was it good?" Rose asked, completely ignoring my little rant about being a teenage mom.

"Was what good?" I purposely asked, already knowing what she was referring to.

"You know what." she replied.

"I don't know. I. Can't. Remember." I stared at her incredulously, "Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"

"Only the good parts," she winked before nudging my shoulder gently with her's. "Oh come on, there's got to be something you remember!"

"Only this feeling I woke up with that made me feel like the night before had been amazing," I said, recollecting the blissful state-besides the headache-I'd woken up in.

"Ah-ha! So he was good!" Rose grinned and raised her eyebrows slyly.

"Why do you care so much?"

She shrugged, "I just wanna know, but I doubt he was better than Alex." Her eyes turned dreamy at the mention of his name.

"I don't think so!" I raised my voice a fraction of an octave, feeling the unusual need to defend how good Noah was in bed.

"I don't think we should start this argument," Rose offered peacefully, but I could tell she still thought Alex was better.

I smiled nonetheless and nodded in agreement.

"You know what we should do?" Ross asked, "Like me, you, Emily, Alex, and Noah?"

"What?"

"Go watch a movie!" Rose screeched excitedly.

"Uh...yeah..." I trailed off, my breath hit hitching and my heartbeat going erratic as the memories of the last time I went to the movies played through my mind.

"Are you seriously crying," Noah gave me a long, hard look before glancing back at the large screen displaying The Vow, "over this?"

"No," I sniffled, feeling embarrassed at the fact that I was tearing up because of a movie, no matter how good and said it was.

"Chicks. I'll never get why they cry over such stupid things. At least guys aren't like that." Noah said and turned his head to find Liam dabbing his eyes with his handkerchief. "Really, man?" Noah asked, giving him the same look Rose had given me earlier.

"What?" Liam sniffed.

"You're crying?" Noah looked at him like he was the unmanliest freak he'd ever seen.

"It's very emotional, okay?" Liam cried, getting defensive. I couldn't help but giggle, I'd never thought Liam was one to cry over a chick flick, especially one he really hadn't wanted to see.

Noah just gave him a disgusted look with Liam reacted by yelling, "Don't judge me! It hurts my feelings!" Then an old lady from behind us hit him on the head with her dinosaur of a purse and told him to shut his 'man panties' up before muttering about kids these days. "Ow," Liam said childishly while he rubbed the place the old granny had hit him. "And I don't wear man panties or regular panties! At least not all the time!" he shouted back at the lady and then crouched low and ducked under his arms to refrain from getting attacked by the lady's purse again.

By now I, among many others, was trying my hardest to hold in the laughter tugging at the edges of my lips at the scene that had just took place in front of us.

Going back to watch the movie, I found that the sad scene was over, so I didn't have to worry about bawling anymore.

"Are you even watching the movie?" Noah asked ten fifteen minutes later.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, not looking away from the screen.

"Because it seems like you're too busy drooling over Channing Tatum." he huffed, looking incredibly adorable when he was upset.

"I'm sorry, he's just sexy." I smiled secretively, deciding to have a little more fun.

"Not sexier than me." he pointed out.

Definitely not sexier than him, but there's now way I'd ever admit that to his face. Like he needed an ego boost. "Nah, he's sexier. You're...flabby." I poked his awfully firm abdomen while saying the last part, which contradicted my statement fully.

"I. Am. Not. FLABBY!" he whisper-shouted angrily.

"Yeah, yeah," I waved him off. "Sh. I'm trying watch the movie."

He took my hand in his abruptly and pushed it under his gray shirt before I could protest. I shivered slightly from the contact. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, causing a thrill to run down my spine, "That's much more like the reaction I was hoping for." he placed his hand on my thigh, "Remember the last time we came here?" he asked his hand travelled slowly, far too slowly, up my thigh. My breath caught and came out rapidly. His arrogant smirk, no doubt, clicked back into place.

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