Through the Screen novel Chapter 26

noah sighed, pushing his hair back off his forehead as he stared at the bowl of icecream, chocolate syrup almost dripping off the edge and crushed cookies and walnuts messily thrown on top of it. it didn't look as irresistible and appetising as noah thought it would look, but he still shrugged, shoving a spoon on the side and carrying the bowl in one of his large hands.

adrian had refused to come to the dinner table to have lunch, or even hand noah the list of things he needed for camp. his annoyance and anger was justified, but he couldn't blame noah. it was barely seven in the morning and adrian was talking about human bones. not to mention the way he said uncle chris; noah wanted to throw him down a volcano.

noah was meant to snap at that.

either way, noah was older and was supposed to be the 'mature' one in this situation, so as soon as abel left the house to go and get all the stuff adrian needed, noah had set himself towards the kitchen, trying to make the best icecream he could in exchange for forgiveness.

noah wasn't sure if his idea would work.

he contemplated knocking on the door before he went in, but he was afraid adrian would either respond in a passive aggressive statement or simply taunt him like the last time.

"if you're dad, go back to sleep because you really need it, and i would hate to disturb you again,"

adrian had said the last time noah tried coming in his room, so this time he just slowly pushed open the door, only to find adrian resting back against the pillows, a book in his hand.

"hey," noah muttered, taking a small step inside to test the waters but adrian just shot him an angry look, quickly diverting his eyes back towards the book he was reading.

"i've read that book," noah tried making a conversation and adrian just peeked at him through his hair dismissively.

"are you still mad at me?" noah sat down on his bed, some of the icecream melting and spilling on his fingers, which he decided to ignore for now. "i made this for you," noah pushed his hand towards adrian, careful to avoid the book so he doesn't get any icecream on it, and adrian just lowered his book slightly, tentatively peeking inside the bowl.

"there are two hundred bones in our body," noah stated and adrian scoffed before correcting him.

"two hundred–" he pointed his finger in noah's face. "and six," he paused. "get your facts right,"

"yeah yeah," noah slapped adrian's hand out of his face, adoringly watching as he ate his icecream. at least he seemed to like it.

"do you need help with packing?" noah asked after a moment, ruffling adrian's hair and getting off the bed. "or should i just go to sleep as you suggested?" noah teased and adrian rolled his eyes, picking up a small pillow from beside him and throwing it at noah who just laughed as it hit his torso.

"suitcase is in the third shelf thanks,"