I don't usually drink, but my mom is letting me so I'll just get drunk as humanly possible and pretend my life is a-okay.
"So," Noah started, "What's the thing you hate most about your life?"
So many stuff I told myself
"That would have to be.....my mom wanting me to be a celebrity chef, a doctor, or lawyer," I answered.
"Your mom sounds like my dad," he said with soda in his hand, "The only difference is she lets you drink," he said smirking and pointing to the beer bottle in my hand.
"Trust me, my mom is way more strict," I told him taking a huge gulp of beer.
We asked each other a load of different questions,
He took a sip of his soda, "You're really cute," then he kissed me.
We made out.
Author Notes: So!
Romance is here We are gonna do a Noah's pov of what happened after the situation. Comment and recommend!! UwUz