What's That Supposed To Mean? - 37

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Chapter 37

We were in the waiting room, Noah and I, here to pick up Uncle John and finally bring him home. We had been waiting for an hour because Uncle J was sleeping and we had decided to stay here at the hospital and wait. It wasn't boring, let me tell you. Noah was making us both crack up in laughter and the two people here, one older woman and one midddle aged man, were throwing glares at us. Well, the woman mostly. The man had given up after thirty minutes but she was still at it and we were nowhere near stopping.

“I mean... that is...” Noah's scrunched up face made me burst. He was currently eyeing celeberities in a magazine that showed pictures of weird things on their bodies or them in weird positions with their arms and legs. I was clutching my stomach as I was leaning forward in my chair, trying to laugh quietly. “That angle... What IS that?”

There's more to the story, I'm not laughing so hard just because of his face, if that's what you think. He had gotten me in my laugh-mode and once I'm there, it's very hard to get out. Fun for me, not so fun for the people around me. Tears were slowly making their way down my cheeks as I wiped my eyes continously.

“These people are nuts. I have no idea what's going on in their heads.”

“Fame has gotten to their head,” I said when I could, taking the opportunity to speak without having breathing problems.

“Samantha, can you please shut up already?” Noah asked in a normal voice, looking at me with weird eyes, glancing at the old woman. I just continued laughing, knowing he was acting stupid – again and innocent. “Your laugh is annoying me.”

I punched him lightly on the shoulder and he chuckled.

“Your face is annoying me,” I muttered once my laughing was – kind of – over.

“Your voice is annoying me.”

“Your head is annoying me. It's too big.”

“Your nails annoy me. They're too clean.”

I gave him a “what-the-f?” look, laughing at that, but continued.

“Your ass annoys me.”

“How does my ass annoy you?!”

“It doesnt sway when you walk!” I shouldn't have grinned; now he knew I wasn't being serious and it did too much for his ego.

“You love my ass,” he said smugly, taking a hold of my arm softly. He pulled me up. “You looove it.”

“No, really, you need to learn how to work it. Use your hips.”

“Psh, you love it. You know I use my hips, just for you.” He smirked and I laughed out loud. He pulled me from my chair and onto his lap. “You love my ass and I love yours.”

“It works for me,” I said, shrugging. He smirked and pulled me down for a kiss.

“Much better,” he whispered against my lips. I smirked, seeking entrance as I went back down for a kiss.

“Mr. Black, Ms.Riley?”

The voice stopped us abrubtly and I could literally feel my face going red as we pulled away. Noah chuckled, his chest shaking with laughter.

“Yes, we're coming,” he said as we both stood up and hand in hand walked over to the doctor, waiting with a slight smile. “I apologize.”

Yeah right. His face told me everything I needed to know; he was dying to laugh. Not because he was embarrassed, because he wasn't, but because I was as red as a tomato.

“It's alright,” the doctor said as he led us to Uncle John's room. “You're young and in love. Just please be reminded that this is a hospital with people in all ages.”

“Yes Doctor.” Noah threw a grin at me. I tried not to laugh or punch him in the face.

The doctor stopped by the door.

“Take him home but make sure that he doesn't do anything exhausting. He should rest a few days more just to gain his complete strength back.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” I said as he nodded and walked away. When Noah and I walked in, I punched him and he laughed a little as he grabbed his shoulder. “You're such an idiot.”

He didn't have time to say anything; his father was already waiting for us in his normal clothes. He smiled when he saw us and we both smiled back.

“Uncle John,” I said with a happy grin. “How are you?”

“I'm great. I take it you are as well?”

“We're juuuuust great. Your son here is a just a jerk... Like always.” I smirked.

“No, she's the jerk here... She punches me all the time!” Noah defended. Uncle John grinned.

“I'm proud, Samantha. It takes a real young woman to handle the Black boys.”

“Yeah, a real young manly woman,” Noah scoffed. I opened my mouth in mock hurt and put my hand over my heart.

“I can't believe you just said that. I am so not talking to you anymore.” I turned to Uncle John. “Come on, Uncle John, let's go home.”

Uncle John, too amused with our behavior, just nodded, grabbed his jacket and we were off, Noah holding his back behind us. I was going to give him the silent treatment, just to see how he would act.

When we arrived back home, we didn't even make it out of the car before all the Black brothers and my father and my aunt Bianca and her kids were all outside, running around to help Uncle John upstairs and take his stuff – which is that one full bag Noah was holding. They were pretty much fighting over it, I mean jeez people, come on – and make sure he got food, good pillows and a warm room as I heard them say. I walked over to Arianna and decided that we had to catch up a little as we made food for everyone while Aunt Bianca and Willa prepared Uncle John's room.

Noah was certainly anxious about my silent treatment but he said nothing, being proud as he was, - he knew I wasn't completely serious. I think – and joined his brothers and our fathers as they were in a deep conversation about something.

“How's Aaron?” I asked Arianna. She smiled while slicing the bread.

“Great. We're great. How is everything between you and Noah?”

“Great.”

I sighed, shaking my head. Things were weird, which they shouldn't be. Not with us two. I knew that if I did nothing, this wouldn't get better so I had to. I turned around to face Arianna with a loud sigh and she put down the knife, turning.

“Ari, I'm sorry,” I began. “I know that since we came back, nothing has been quite the same. With everything going on, we haven't spent any time together and we're sliding away from each other. I'm sorry. It feels like I haven't been with you for weeks.” I let out a laugh/sigh.

Arianna smiled.

“I know, feels like forever. And I'm sorry, too, it's both our fault. From now on, no matter what happens around us, we're staying together. Okay?”

“Okay.” I grinned and attacked her with a hug. She let out a shrieking laughter and I heard the knife drop from her hand and immediately backed away. “Careful with that knife.”

“You're the one who stepped into my bubble. I have a knife in my bubble.”

I chuckled and we got back to making the food and catching up on everything. Aaron's pack was getting ready to move closer and Arianna showed nothing but happiness and excitement to that. And she's a pervert, too, let me add.

“Imagine,” she said, “him being closer! We can meet up more often, be with each other longer... do naughty things to each other-”

“Ew, Arianna!” I laughed, staring at her with wide eyes. “I do not want to know what happens between you two, even though I can pretty much guess!”

“What? I was just letting you in to my imagination-”

“Which I'm thankful for but no thanks. I'm just fine with my own imagination, which you're not invited to by the way-”

“Hey! Stop giggling and make food!”

We both turned around to find Jacob by the doorway, acting serious.

“Bitch please, we are not giggling,” I said, putting my bitch look on. He raised his eyebrows even more, if possible.

“Oh really? What was it I heard then? Care to explain?”

“Your own damn laugh,” Arianna said. “It's worse than a girls giggle. It's like a-”

“Don't even finish that,” Jacob warned and we all laughed. “Now make me some food and you,” he looked at me,” get your ass to Noah. Whenever you have some sort of power over him, he always gets annoying and talks back to everyone.”

I let out a chuckle.

“Ha! I always have power over him, my dear.”

“Exactly.”

He walked back out to the livingroom.