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Rachel was lounging by the pool, soaking up some much needed sun. This was the best part of summer in Lima. The quiet, the leisure…that is, until a giant bee started rounding her. It was a particular nasty bee, huge, almost the size of her fist! Is it buzzing at me?

Rachel woke with her cell on her hand, a brilliant light announcing she had a text message. Confused, she laid back on her pillow, shoving her tresses away from her face, trying to adjust her eyes to read the message. It was from none other than Puck.

I'm down here, it said.

Down where, she asked herself.

Suddenly, she heard something knock at her window and immediately freaked out. Her cell, which she still held, buzzed again.

Open your window. Puck, again.

She stood up, confused and still groggy, to open her window. Sure enough, there was Puck, throwing rocks at her window.

"Hey!" He brightened upon seeing her. "Move over!" On the next second, he was scaling her trellis and reaching her window. It didn't make any sense on her foggy mind. Maybe she was still dreaming. "Puck! Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah. Eleven thirty" He told her matter-of-factly, already inside her bedroom.

"Exactly. Isn't it a bit late to be climbing windows?" Annoyance was hitting her. "I was sleeping!" She was standing right in front of him, cute short and blouse and hair pulled up.

He looked her up and down and fought a smirk. She, in turn, fought the urge to go red. The shorts were still a bit too short and she wore no bra. Nonetheless, upon seeing him looking hot with a black shirt and jeans, she still wished she'd been wearing her camisole instead.

Too late now.

"Sorry Rach. You're usually awake at this time." He informed her nonchalantly. He seemed pretty aware that he looked pretty good right now. Almost as though it'd been on purpose. She sighed.

"That's in NY. This is Lima." She gave him a sarcastic look, turned her back on him and walked towards her wardrobe, grabbing a robe and putting it on. She turned around and crossed her arms, still waiting for him to explain his presence. She didn't know whether it was the time, his looks, the darkness or all of those circumstances, but it was becoming pretty hard not to walk closer to him.

He looked her straight in the eyes and spoke softly: "Is there more than one Rachel?" She recognized the challenge and smirked. He should be proud of her smirk; she'd learned it from him. "When we are in NY, you take me to a fancy restaurant. In Lima, you throw a rock at my window? Are there two Noah's?" He smiled a little, softly, like he always did when she called him Noah.

"Lima calls us back to old habits, then" He said with a slight smile. It suddenly hit her that this wasn't the first time that he invaded her bedroom, and that the last time he'd done it, they'd ended up making out on her bed. Her eyes involuntarily traveled towards the bed, and he must've been thinking about the same occasion, for his smirk grew wider.

She oddly had to refrain from asking him "Wanna make out?". It would be too easy and he'd probably say yes.

Probably.

"Well, where would we go?" She asked, out of need to deviate the subject. Puck walked over to her comfy chair and sat sideways on it. "David is throwing a party just outside town". David played guitar in Puck's band. She liked David and she usually accompanied Puck to those parties (or at least she had for a while, when they were in NY). She almost said yes, but occurred to her to ask just how far "outside town" was.

Puck answered calmly. "A couple of hours". Her eyes went wide. "What? Are you insane? It would be dawn by the time we came back! My dads would freak out." He mocked her. "Badass Rachel stayed in NY, then" he said, rolling his eyes.

That hurt her pride a little, but she was also secretly happy that Puck referred to her as a badass. She fought her smile but Puck saw right through it and they both laughed. "Come on, I know you'd like to go".

She groaned. "Really, Noah, maybe next time. I was asleep already and my dads really will freak out if they wake up and I'm gone. And I haven't the heart to wake them up and tell that I'm off to god knows where." He conceded, seeing reason within her speech. He stood up, with a slight defeated air and went towards the window to leave.

Rachel took a look at the odd situation of him putting one foot out of the window. "I feel like Bella Swan right now" she told him sarcastically. He turned around, now really glaring at her. "Which one do you prefer me to be? The shirtless werewolf or the sparkling vampire?"

It made her feel kind of bad that he went through the trouble (even if it was weird to show up at one's house through the window) of climbing her window and she was shooing him off like that. A wild suggestion went through her mind and she said it before she had time to think.

"Wait! Do you want to watch the Twilight movies? I have all of them. Then we can decide if I am team Jacob or Edward". He looked at her with such incredulity that she was already laughing. She didn't know if the sarcastic looks he gave her were due to the invitation or to the admission of owning copies of the movies. She grabbed his arm. "Come on, we'll watch some Tarantino." His eyes lit up at the mention of the ultraviolent director. "I just can't have you leaving my house with that scorned dog's look".

He made a noise of protest but allowed her to conduct him back into her house. She never grew accustomed to how big his biceps were.