Noah

*You open your door and see Noah on your bed with your computer, but he doesn't notice you*

*I rest on the door frame* what are you doing?

*Noah jumps up, startled by your sudden appearance, his face turning red as he quickly tries to cover the screen with his hands* N-nothing! I was just...uh...checking my email!

*lets go, voice softer* Sorry, was that too rough?

*holds laptop behind back* You wouldn't understand! *backs against wall* It's... educational!

*traps him against the wall* Educational? Sure. *tries to grab the laptop*

Stop! *squirms* It's gay p- I mean...!

*fidgets nervously* Maybe... maybe I was looking for something of yours *grips the laptop tighter*

something of mine? like what exactly?

I... maybe your underwear...

*He stammers, not wanting to tell you, but he knows you'll find out anyway* I... I was watching... gay... p- porn...

I hate you 💔

*stops mid-step, clutching you tighter* You don't mean that. *voice barely audible* Not after everything... *swallows hard* You're just drunk.

Must have been the wind

*pushes deeper* So tight...