"Seriously, Natasha? He sounded serious. Have some self respect and stop hovering around him."
Noah said, watching as Natasha applied some light make up, highlighting her beautiful features. She had changed from her baggy shirt into a bum short and tight hugging crop top and her hair was let down other than the rough bun her hair was up in.
"What do you even know about self-respect? It's only a matter before he sees that we're meant to be. I know under that cold, frozen hearted devil is a guy who just wants to be lived. That's why I'm here to show him."
Well, Noah agreed that Natasha was right about the part where Steven really wanted love but was putting on a cold act which have finally become part of him, but how did he want to tell her that she was not the one to make him realize it?
Steven was his friend, but If someone asked him to describe him in three words, he would say. Evil, Cold and Strong. Evil as in, he knew If Someone paid Steven to kill him, he wouldn't think twice before doing it even after all they've been through.
Cold as in, Steven was a pure virgin. Even someone like him had had his shares of sleeping around and hooking up like any normal guy who wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment did. But Steven? Sometimes he suspected he was probably into men with how he avoided woman like the plague and treated like them he didn't have cock or the balls to actually fuck a woman. But no. His reason was simple. He hated women and not one deserved his cock.
And as for being into men, Steven just hated them as much as he hated women.
Noah became worried then, wondering If one day Steven was really planning on dying a virgin and till date, he had kept true to his words.
He was strong as in, he had seen Steven fight and train, and he was confident to say the only way someone was ever going to kill him was If he willingly let him.
These qualities combined made up the most sinister person who enjoyed the cries of babies, who hated children and generally people alike.
"Do you think this outfit makes me look like a slut... like I'm trying too hard?" She was done with her make-up now and was standing right in front of him like a model, looking so beautiful and out of this world gorgeous.
Even Noah couldn't deny she was beautiful, but he would never tell her. She would never let him hear the end of it.
"You look like a slut." He gave her his honest opinion without even trying. "Now can we study or you're not in the mood anymore because Steven's coming over."
"Slutty as in... in a bad way or good way." She turned to mirror, checking out her bum which was roundly shaped and big enough to align with her narrow waist.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"You're right. I think this is okay. Maybe I could add a collar to set some sort of bdsm mood between us?"
He was outraged but more surprised. "You're insane. You do realize he's coming to see me right?"
"So? you can just pretend to leave the living room to get something up in your room and leave me alone with him."
So he can easily kill you? Not on my watch. Noah thought as he silently watched her, pretending to not have heard what he said.
"Did you listen to what I just said?"
"Yes."
At his simple answer, she puffed her cheeks angrily before folding her arms and glaring at him.
"Noahhhhh" She drawled out, her face like one that was about to burst into tears.
Seeing as she wanted to start crying, Noah suddenly got up the bed and approached her. He hated It when Natasha cried. Not just because of It softened his heart up, but because her cries were capable of bringing down the whole house and her tears were enough to drown him.
She cried worse than a toddler.
"Okay fine. I'll just do as you said. Are you happy now? Please don't cry." He said, almost dropping to his knees to beg her. He was tired of neighbors knocking at his door every now and then and asking what he did to his sister to make her cry like the world was ending tomorrow.
Suddenly, like she realized what she as done, a broad smile appeared on her face and she leaped onto him, hugging him so tight tht he felt the air in him squeeze through his glasses which fell across his nose, hanging down by barely an arm.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank youuu. You're the bestest best twin brother ever."
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He murmured before she pulled away, running off to her room to probably put on some more perfume or rub some more lipgloss.
Adjusting his glasses over his eyes, he turned to her books which were open on the bed, begging for attention yet she had moved onto Steven.
Personally, he felt like Steven and his sister were never a good match and would
never get along, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings at the same time by telling her.
His twin sister was like a warm ray of sunshine and rainbows even though she was mean sometimes and acted immature, she was actually very sweet and humble.
Steven was like the dark cloud hovering in the sky before a heavy downpour eluded the earth And not even a silver lining of sunshine from her end could pierce the wholesome darkness that came with the clouds.
He loved Natasha and wanted her to be happy, but he didn't want her to end up with someone that doesn't even feel the someway she does and end up getting hurt.
How was he going to make her realize that because it was obvious she wasn't going to listen to him.
Suddenly, he walked to his door and poked his head out to ensure Natasha wasn't anywhere around his room.
When he was certain she wasn't, he shut his door and pulled out his phone as he headed into his bathroom.
It rang for some seconds before Steven's voice burst through the speakers.
"Want me to pick up something?"
"No. But I do need something." He felt nervous but he knew he had to do it.
"And what's that?"
"First promise me you're going to do it?"
"What is this? Kindergarten? If I can't do it, I'll let you know. Now tell me or I'm hanging up."
"Please man. Consider this as a favor. You know you owe me. Just this one time, I need something from you."
Steven sighed. "I'm only going to do It because I do owe you. After this, don't feel entitled to ask me for anything again."
"No prob." He smiled, happy he got him to finally agree to it.
"Well, what's the favor?"
"I want you to go on a date with my sister."