Through the Screen novel Chapter 56

"no, that's not how you spell it," noah rolls his eyes as he nosily peaks at adrian's essay, and the smaller boy only scowls, quickly scribbling the word and rewriting it.

noah had stopped moping around once adrian returned from school, his curly hair plastered to his forehead and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. noah had pushed his hair back affectionately and placed a kiss against his forehead, before telling him to change.

half an hour later they were in the kitchen, adrian with a splotch of flour on his face as he tried to roll some kind of a dough, and noah just furrowing his eyebrows before running his thumb over the boy's cheek to dust it off.

they watched a few movies, and ate lunch together on the dining ; noah complaining about work and adrian, about school. they were bonding over undercooked potatoes and doughy pasta, uncensored rambling about people that neither of them knew.

noah listened quietly when adrian spit harsh words about his classmates and a few of his inconsiderate teachers ; and adrian just rested his chin in his palms as noah talked rubbish about everything, ranging from the annoying sound of his co-worker—heather's—heels to the bad decisions made by the government.

right now, adrian was sat at the dining, the ink pen in his hand staining multiple pages of his notebook where he attempted to write an essay, and noah was sitting next to him, his glasses placed crookedly on the bridge of his nose and his fingers constantly making a clicking sound as he typed something.

"i can see you trying to read over my essay, stop doing that, it's making me uncomfortable," adrian crossed his arms over his chest, dropping the his pen on the notebook, and noah only rolled his eyes, resting his chin his palms as he stared at adrian.