Macy was making her face of disbelief, with the pursed lips and her dimple showing itself. She was cute. Noah felt flustered on so many levels. He scoffed at her suggestion that someone else sent him the text message. Clearly, this was all a joke, or something was ...very, very wrong. - The beer in Macy's hand appeared as an angel, surrounded in a halo of light. Noah took the thing, knowing that if he were Macy, right now it would be a hunk of not-very-drinkable gold. He popped the tab down and the can sizzled in his hand. "This isn't funny. This is really, really not funny." Noah was not amused in the slightest. Whatever was going on. It wasn't funny. He was feeling weird and betrayed or left out or like he wanted a hug or something. And these were not desires or emotions he wanted to have. He wanted to be reading, lying in bed by Macy, while she read too. Something. Anything.
He downed about half of the can of beer in one, big gulp. When he paused for breath, he said, "This is fucking ridiculous." He glared at Macy.