Re: [B&B: Holly & Noah]
And no one here was a hooker, so Mr. Brightside so didn't fucking apply. Okay, okay, so Holly did sex work, but it wasn't the same thing. So, yeah, no, if there was going to be a song about their relationship? It definitely wouldn't be that one. The only time he'd even considered, like, legitimate sex work? Was when he was crazy-insistent about getting Noah out of that trailer, but he'd managed to score enough money for that without needing to get desperate. And, look, he knew Noah had gotten around beforehand, but he kinda thought this was different for the guy. Maybe it was clingy to want this to be physically different for Noah, but there it was. He looked at the guy, neon-lit and sloe-slant, like he was going to become a puddle at his feet. Because, let's be honest? Holly was just that into Noah.
But, right. Bossiness happened, and Noah took off, and those seven minutes felt like eons and eternities. Holly's mind went all over during that time, like it was making this futile attempt to keep itself busy. He reminded himself of his concerns earlier, about how Noah had felt after the whole Jamie thing, about how Noah had asked about his, Holly's, mom. He thought about work, about the portal, about his fears. He stopped right there, because he didn't want to think about that. Because they had a date now, a planned first-run, and that made shit way too real.
And maybe that explained the desperation a little, right? His clingy need to, like, soak up every fucking second that he could with Noah. Because every second was one second closer to some expected end date, right? At least that was how it played out in Holly's head. So, yeah, Noah came down those stairs looking like a completely fucking treat, and Holly tried to hoist the guy in, winch him close with the hand that wasn't holding the basketball. One kiss. He just needed one more fucking kiss, and then they could go outside and be men.