Alright, so here's the next chapter.
Also, I just want to say that as school approaches that I might not update as much (not that I do that that much anyways), but my schedule will just explode-this week it's starting-I have two hours of crew in the mornings and volleyball practice in the afternoon. Once school starts, I'll also have school, plus circus, where I need to prepare for a performance. So yeah. Craziness.
Thanks to Alia Sharma, thirteenth17, HestiaAbnegation11, and 4Love4Love for being the most amazing reviewers I could ask for!
Summer's POV
Summer heard a knock on her door. She was too lazy to get up from the chair she was sitting in, reading, so she simply called "Come in."
The door opened, and Noah came in. Some of the other girls might have been embarrassed that they were in their pajamas in front of him, their hair in a messy ponytail, but she wasn't exactly romantically involved with him-she was just a friend, so she didn't really care.
"What is it?" She asked, putting her book on a small table next to the chair.
"Nice room color. Did you have it repainted?" He asked. She sighed.
"Thanks. I did. It was a hideous shade of green. And you're deflecting my question." She said, raising one eyebrow expertly. He smiled.
"Didn't miss that, did you?" He asked. Now she smiled, looking expectantly.
"So it's two things. Well, actually, four. Wait, no three." She laughed. He rolled his eyes.
"What are they?" She asked.
"Well, one is that tomorrow I have a free day, and so I'm going to take someone on a date-" Summer cut him off.
"And you want me to tell you who?" She asked. He looked at her, surprised.
"Actually, that's not a terrible idea. What I was wondering is if you wanted to hang out for part of the day, because It'd be kinda nice to hang out with a girl who I'm not actually dating." He said. She smiled again.
"Sure." She said. She looked at him. He sat in the chair across from her.
"What's the second thing?" She asked.
"So, I was thinking of taking someone on a date tonight to the roof. What's your opinion on who I should take?" He asked her. She thought for a minute.
"I'd say Anastasia or Grace." She said, after thinking. He nodded.
"And my last question:do you think I should kiss any of the girls soon?" He asked. She burst out laughing, rolling around in her chair. He rolled his eyes again, sighing. Once she'd recovered, she responded seriously.
"I mean, if you want to and feel like your relationship is there, then sure." She said. He nodded, turning to leave.
"Wait." She said. He turned around.
"Where should I meet you and where are we going tomorrow and at like what time?" She asked. He bit his lip.
"Well, I'm thinking an after breakfast date, so I'd say probably anywhere from nine to eleven. Maybe here I can find you?" He asked. She shrugged.
"Sure. Have a good date with...whoever." She said, because she didn't know. He smiled.
"Will you be asleep later?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe. Like how much later?" She asked.
"An hour or two, maybe." He said.
"Um, I dunno. Just knock, and if there's no answer, I'm probably asleep, and if you hear something thrown at the door, you just woke me up." She said. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Um, okay then. I'll either see you later or tomorrow." He said. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Grace's POV
Grace stood, hearing a knock on her door. She took the last three pins out of her hair, and sighed. No pins plus no makeup plus no fancy dress felt like heaven. She liked the dresses, to be sure, but sometimes it was nice to just wear something comfortable like her favorite sweatpants and tank top. She turned around, and sa
w Noah.
"Oh. Hi. Sorry. I was just taking pins out of my hair." She said. He smiled.
"Do you want to head up to the roof?" He asked her.
"Sure. Let me just grab a sweater and shoes." She said. She walked over to her closet, grabbing a pair of gold snakeskin-y flats and a loose olive green cotton sweatshirt. She put the flats on and slipped the sweatshirt over her head, grabbing a hair tie from a table and quickly braiding her hair in a loose side braid.
"Okay." She said. They walked out the door, closing it behind them.
"How do you do that so fast?" He asked. She looked at him.
"Do what fast?" She asked.
"Get ready. Like, shoes, sweater, hair. A lot of girls take forever." He said. She shrugged.
"I'm pretty decisive about what to wear, and don't usually take forever choosing. And dance has made me pretty fast at doing my hair." She said. He nodded.
"How often do you dance here?" He asked.
"I try to every day, but it doesn't always work. If I don't do it before breakfast, it's not a guarantee, so I try to get about an hour and a half to two hours before breakfast." She said. Noah was silent for a moment before he realized what that meant.
"Wait, you wake up that early?" He asked. She looked at him.
"Yeah." She said, smiling.
"Like, without an alarm?" He asked, incredulous.
"Yeah." She said, drawing out the word a little. He shook his head, laughing.
"When do you get up?" She asked, a smile on her face.
"Like, as late as I can." He said. She shook her head.
"Do you drink coffee if you get up that early?" He asked.
"No. I drink tea. Coffee has too much of a crash. I only drink it at home during the Winter." She said.
"Why the Winter?" He asked.
"Because it's, like, super gray and dark, and it makes me super tired. Although that could just be because I get sick, but even when I'm not sick, I usually am tired during the Winter." She said.
"Are you sick a lot during the Winter?" He asked. She nodded.
"I get pneumonia and bronchitis a lot. I have a couch potato immune system." She said matter-of-factly. He smiled.
"What?" She asked.
"I've just never heard anyone refer to their immune system as a couch potato." He said, smiling. He pushed open a door.
"Here's the roof." He said. They climbed up a set of stairs, and then arrived at a huge rooftop patio, complete with some tables, chairs, plants, a hot tub, and even a pool. There was also a large open space, where they were. There was glass going around the edge acting as both a barrier and a bit of a windbreak. Even with that, Grace hugged her sweatshirt a bit closer. Though a warm night, the wind ripped at her hair and made it much cooler. She ran to the edge, standing on tiptoe, looking out at the shimmering lights of the city, lit up against the darkening blue of the sky, with a smattering of stars mixed in. Noah caught up with her after a moment.
"It's beautiful!" She exclaimed, turning towards him. He smiled.
"It's one of my favorite parts of the palace." He said. He leaned his elbows on the wood running on the top of the glass, both of them staring out at the city in silence, the wind ripping at them. Then he looked at her.
"Here, follow me. There's something really cool up here." He said. She followed him as he headed over to the little small flat roofed pavilion near the pool and the edge of the roof. He looked at her.
"Are you afraid of heights?" He asked. She smiled.
"No." She said.
Grace looked out from the roof of the pavilion.
"This is incredible." She said, sitting down. She took off her flats before dangling her feet over the edge, not wanting them to fall off. Noah followed suit, sitting next to her.
"Yeah. I love looking out at the lights. On Holidays where there's fireworks, it's especially pretty, because you'll see fireworks all over the city. The best ones are usually there." He said, pointing at a spot.
"You like fireworks, then?" She asked.
"Yeah. Do you?" He asked.
"Yeah. They're really pretty and fun to watch, but my favorite thing is lighting the super big ones." She said, smiling.
"I've never gotten to light fireworks." He said.
"That makes sense, but it's kinda sad. They make such a big boom!" She said. Both of them smiled.
"I don't think I've ever heard a girl say they like fireworks because of the boom they make." He said, still smiling.
"I'm not exactly most girls." She snorted. He looked at her.
"No, you aren't." He said seriously. She looked up at him. He leaned in, and their lips touched. Both of their eyes closed, and their noses brushed against each other lightly.
They both pulled away at the same time. It was short, but sweet. They both looked out at the shimmering lights of the city in contented silence. Grace leaned her head against Noah's shoulder. Since he didn't pull it away, she assumed he didn't mind.
Finally, Noah looked at his watch.
"Shit!" He exclaimed.
"What?" She asked, grabbing her flats and putting them on. She stood up, as did he, going over to the ladder at the edge of the pavilion. He climbed down it quickly.
"We only have a few minutes before they lock the door to the roof." He explained. Grace took off her flats, holding them in one hand as she climbed down the ladder. She followed them as he ran back down the stairwell and to the glass door. He saw a guard walking away. He knocked on it. The guard turned around, and saw him. Rolled his eyes, but walked back to the door. He couldn't exactly just leave one of the Selected and the Prince out on the roof without consequences.
He opened the door, and they walked inside. It was much warmer inside, without the wind whipping at her. The guard locked it again, and hurried ahead of them.
"I thought princes weren't supposed to swear." She teased. He smiled.
"I thought girls weren't." He countered. She smiled.
They walked back to her room.
"Good night." He said.
"Night." She said, stepping into her room.
Noah's POV
Noah knocked on Summer's door. A moment later, he heard something hit the door. He backed away.
"Come in." A groggy voice said from behind the door. He opened the door, and found Summer sitting up in her bed, turning on a lamp next to her bed. He shut the door.
"So?" She asked expectantly.
"So what?" He asked innocently. She raised her eyebrows.
"You woke me up, I assume for a reason. Spill." She said.
"I went up to the roof with Grace." He said.
"And?" She asked, smiling hopefully.
"We kissed." He admitted.
"That's great!" Summer exclaimed, smiling. "How was it?" She asked."
"Nice." He said.
"Grace is super nice. And I think she likes you." She said. Then she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Don't tell her I said that." She said. Noah rolled his eyes.
"It was weird, because I realized I've never seen any of you guys in normal clothes except you." He said. She laughed.
"What makes you think of that?" She asked him.
"She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt." He said. She nodded. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Okay. Shoo. I need to sleep." She announced. He smiled and got up from the chair he'd been sitting in, and headed towards the door.
"Wait." Summer said. He turned.
"Can you bring me my pillow that I threw?" She asked. He smiled, brought it to her, and left. He closed the door behind him as he left, and walked back to his room, smiling at the memory of the kiss.
Okay! I hope you guys liked that chapter! It was kinda hard to write, because I've never actually been in a relationship, much less kissed someone. So yeah. But hope you guys liked it.
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