I didn't know what to expect when it came to packing with Noah and Becca, but it sure as hell was more eventful than I could have imagined. Our laughter swirled around the room as we ate what was now cold pizza and listened to the radio. On more than one occasion, Noah held up slinky thongs as well as other unmentionables that he shouldn't been touching, asking what they were with a smirk on his face.
It was completely embarrassing, and more so Becca was getting incredibly pissed with him, telling him to stop touching things he knows that he shouldn't be touching. I couldn't help but agree with her.
He was too excited about everything, and though I was grateful for his help because it was his car that was going to be helping me get things to the new place, I couldn't help but also wonder
