Since finding out you were Noodle's boyfriend literally a whole hour ago, things had gotten incredibly awkward. Noodle insisted you sit beside her during dinner, once your mother finally came home from arguing with the doctor to actually cook for the pair of you, though your suggestion of tomato soup would have satisfied you.
You were glad, regardless, when your mother put a bowl of chicken and rice down in front of you. You would have eaten the offered food too had you had use of your hand. You had lifted your left hand to reach for your spoon when another hand grabbed it in midair. A hand that barely covered your own palm twisted its fingers around yours, keeping it stuck in place.
"Uh, Noodle, luv, yer gonna hafta let go o' my 'and." You hardly have the energy to be irritated with this, still frazzled by the events of earlier today. Noodle is happily swinging your hands while she eats her dinner, chatting away in Japanese so quickly that your family only smiles and nods, pretending to pay attention.
You attempted to free your fingers long enough to grab a bite of your dinner but the child's hand refuses to move. You decided to use your right hand specifically for this occasion, but it too falls victim to the inescapable grasp of the small child.
"Toochi-san boy-friend!" Noodle holds both of your hands in her own, albeit tighter than you would have liked. She's announcing it to your parents like you were gonna marry her or something.
"Oh, he is now?" Your mother grins brightly, putting her fork down and folding her fingers under her chin in order to fain an excitement for the news. Though, admittedly, you knew she found it adorable and hoped that when Noodle was older, a lot older, you two would find some sort of romance in one another.
"Mum, she's eleven!" You tried to remind her specifically why you couldn't possibly be Noodle's boyfriend, but she isn't listening, still completely interested in what Noodle had to say.
"Is 'e a good boyfriend?"
"Hai!"
"Has 'e kissed ya yet?"
"Mum!"
"Hai!" Noodle threw her arms in the air to emphasize the truth in the statement. You would have protested had the gesture not set your hands free long enough to grab your fork full of chicken.
Now, it is at this point that you understand where Noodle is coming from with you 'kissing' her. You would give her kisses good night after singing to her to help her sleep, but they were only on the forehead, and you would hold her hand when crossing the street which, when being in a band, occurred quite a few times on a daily basis. And you did hug her whenever she asked you for one...
But seriously, how could she possibly have a crush on you!?
You had black holes for her eyes, blue hair that looked like an an electrocuted porcupine, and you were taller than a damn tree!
Well, when you put it that way...how could anyone have a crush on you? Wait! Why were you even bothering yourself with this!? Noodle probably didn't even know what the definition of a boyfriend was!
"I ta'ked wiff Carmon today." You finally cut in to the girls' conversation, attempting to break up the 'I can only land a date with my band mate' theory going on at the table.
"Oh! What 'as she been up ta?" Your mother straightens up, finally looking up at you.
"She's still workin' a' Gelato's, we'e gettin' drinks tomo'ow at 8." You say casually, as if a big deal was not to be made by it, though you were calmly freaking out in your own head.
"Tha' shoul' be fun, bu' wot about yer girlfriend?" You mom teases, leaning back in her chair in attempt to get out of you kicking range.
"Luv, quit givin' the boy a 'ard time," Your father smirks in amusement, taking a sip from his drink. You are about to thank him when he follows up his statement with, "But realleh, Stu, wot about Noodle?"
"Dad, she's too young ta drink." You say the first and probably most stupid thing to pop into your mangled brain. Of course she was too young! That's why you weren't dating her!
"No! Drink all time!" Noodle reminds you, pointing to her own cup of apple juice beside you. Well...she had a point...
"Noods, yer too young fer me." You try getting your point across, adding a smile to hopefully prevent her from ripping you face off, but the smile she gives you causes yours to melt away and your heart string to get pulled back further than a fucking bow and arrow.
"Toochi-san mine." She looks like a bride on her wedding day, standing up on her chair so she is tall enough to kiss the side of your head. You would have ran from the room and locked yourself in the attic for the rest of the summer had your phone not suddenly rang.
"Gotta ta'e this." You check the caller I.D, slipping from the kitchen table, "Ello?"
"Hey, Stu, it's Carmon!"
Her voice shoves fear in to your heart, but not nearly as much as the near terror you feel when you hear behind you,
"Toochi-san, who talk to?"