A/N: Okay let's forget the event that "so called" happened in The Evolution because I refuse to acknowledge anyone's death yet, especially when I was happily willing to sell my soul to Noah Shaw in reimbursement for his marriage in hand. BUT I do theorise [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[SPOILER for The Evolution]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] that he is alive because how, how can he possibly be killed like that? I AM STILL QUITE TRAUMATISED.

A/N (continued): Anyway, this fanfiction disregards any sort of PTSD Mara has or any supernatural stuff that she and Noah has and also disregards the ending of The Evolution purposely. It's fluffy but I'm sure I can reminiscence Mara and Noah's relationship again. I HOEP I AM SORRY IF ANYhting IS OUT OF PLACE this is my first time writing fanfiction.

Disclaimer: none of these characters belong to me, all rights go to Michelle Hodkin, the writer of this beautiful trilogy (last book to be released... soon.)

Chapter 1:

"Oh my God, Mara," said Daniel, he walked towards me at the kitchen table. I held a banana and looked up at him innocently. "What are you doing?" he said.

"I'm holding a banana, Daniel. What do you think I'm doing?"

"Hmm," he said, he looked at the banana questioningly. So much for looking innocent, on my behalf. Oh well. "I don't believe you."

"Well," I said, I sounded exasperated. I was usually like this these days, since both my brothers kept bothering me on my relationship with Noah. I was also more like this today because he was taking so damn long to get here. "Where's mom and dad?" I wanted to change the subject.

"They went out. I thought you would've checked before you went out. Again."

"Where's Joseph?"

"He's still asleep."

"It's like nearly 12."

"And he's like nearly 13."

"Well," I said. Where was Noah? "I wasn't like that when I was 13."

"No you weren't," said Daniel. He was smiling. Smirking. Damn.

"What was I like whe-" But I was cut off by a knock on the door. Noah. "Daniel, I wasn't really going to ask but thank you for this lovely conversation." He looked at me with his fists on his face on the kitchen bench. Still smirking. "But I am going to go with Noah. Will be back," I looked at the clock and it read 11:46. "at 7 or 8." I picked up my jacket from the kitchen stool and walked towards the door.

"Ah, Mara," said Daniel. I spun around. "You forgot this." He waved the banana in the air.

"Don't need it Daniel," I opened the door.

Noah. He was still the same as I remembered. Sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw. Slightly scruffy but perfect nonetheless. Greyish blueish eyes, I couldn't really tell today. Dark chestnut hair that looked so terribly bad it made it good. I smiled. "When will you brush that hair of yours?" My hand was over my mouth and he smiled that smile of his. It stretched over perfect teeth.

"Well, hello," he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled down to kiss me. Soft and sweet. He tasted of candy. "I'll brush it when we are in a Walking Dead scenario. You know how Rick's hair is always greasy."

He recalled my hair-raising rant on 'AMC's The Walking Dead'. I complained that everyone's hair in the TV show had been either (1) really unkempt; (2) unconventional; or (3) extremely greasy. It amused him that he fit into one of those categories today.

I smiled at him and Daniel coughed behind me. Ah, I needed to get out of here.

"Hello Daniel," said Noah. He had let one hand go of my waist and gently pushed me so I didn't obscure his outlook to Daniel. "How are you today?"

"I'm great," replied Daniel. All enthusiasm. "What are you two doing today?"

"Oh, Mara hasn't told you?" I looked at him and he was smirking. Daniel's smirk was still plastered too. "She just wants to be in my pleasurable company."

"Well, you two kiddos have fun," he raised the banana that was still in his hand in the air. "Sophie's coming over later anyway, so I'm not jealous."

I tried to push Noah out of the door. "Okay bye Daniel. See you later." I yelled over my shoulder.

Noah didn't budge so I made my way to the car myself and planted myself in the front seat. He said some words to my older brother that I didn't get to hear and Daniel closed the door. Noah walked over to the car.

He was wearing straight leg jeans and one of those vintage t-shirts that he owned. It was black and navy. Aviator glasses covered his eyes and he took the keys out of his pant pocket. His movements were so painfully fluid and I was so painfully consumed. I didn't realise that he has made his way in the car and we were backing out of m driveway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. "You're staring again."

I didn't realise that I was but I turned by head so I looked out the window. He smiled in my peripheral vision. "No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No," I looked at him.

He stopped at a red light and lifted his aviators. "Yes."

It was a battle and I would not be the one to lose. "No," I pronounced slowly.

"Yes," he said in an even tone.

The light turned green. "No."

"Yes, you were." The car behind us honked.

"No."

"If you win this, I get something in return." He smiled.

"Sure."

"Sure," Noah said, he broke eye contact, covered his eyes behind is aviators again and moved the car forward.

I accrued the weight of his words. "What is this "something in return" thing?"

"Well," he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "It could be anything." He paused and pretended to think. "But either way, you, Mara, will have to sacrifice something." Noah looked ahead.

"You are scheming aren't you?" I asked.

He deliciously grinned. "Sure."