Disclaimer:Don't own Best Years, but I do own Noah, because hes just fucking adorable. I also don't own Pretty Little Liars, which I stole a line from. Oh! And! I don't own Bel-Air High, but I DO keep Handles MacPherson locked up in a cage under my stairs.
A/N– Just a little something inspired by a quote from one of the Pretty Little Liars books(if you haven't read them, you need too, they're amazing). Anywaysss. Hope you like.
ps. thank you nikaho for zee name -less than three-
Noah Jensen sat in a cab, looking out the window. He sighed and grabbed his back pack.
He searched through it until finding what he was looking for. He pulled an envelope out and pulled out one of the pictures. It was of him and Kathryn.
They were sitting on the common room couch watching Bel-Air High. She had grabbed her digital camera during a commercial and snapped a picture.
Noah's face was contorted, he was in the middle of chewing. Kathryn had her tongue sticking out towards his face, as if to lick his cheek.
He chuckled and smiled, running his fingers over the picture.
Suddenly he frowned. Realizing: there aren't any Kathryn's in Montreal.
A/N-Ahh hope you liked! Reviewww