The very next day, morning at André and Noah’s dorm was comprised of only two things; one, Noah eating breakfast while stealing glances at André as he sat on the couch, completely oblivious; and two, André eating cereal in peace like a five year old kid while watching SpongeBob Squarepants in Nickelodeon.
When André came home the night before, it was almost as if that kiss had never actually happened. If there was anyone in this planet who is so good at ignoring something, it was André.
How he managed to act like nothing had happened between them was marvelous. That was an award-winning acting right there.
“So,” André suddenly said, and Noah nearly cracked his spine in two sitting up so fast. “Are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?”
“Who said I was staring at you?” Noah dead
