Becca's P.O.V

I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Mrs. Jackson opens the door.

"Hello, dear. Good morning. Noah is upstairs getting ready." she greets me, cheerfully.

Before I can say anything, Noah says, "Mom, that sounds weird. First of all, Becca's mom should be saying that. Second, I was already ready. I was playing video games." I roll my eyes.

"Hey babe, where is your bikini top?" he jokes, giving me a kiss on my cheek. I look at him in horror. I feel my face burning.

"Noah!" I snapped. He grins. I take a risk and turn to look at his mother's expression.

"Better wear the bikini top if I were you." she teases. Noah grins and kisses his mother on the cheek.

"Thanks for inviting me in. " I said to Mrs. Jackson, awkwardly.

"Next time, we'll look at pictures of Noah wearing a cinderella dress." she says, winking.

"Yes, totally." I replied, enthusiastically. We start walking towards the school.

"Where is your bikini top?" he pouts. I laugh.

"Where's yours?" I joke.

"Well, babe. Look at me." he says, gesturing towards his chest.

My eyes linger over his body a little longer than necessary. He clears his throat.

I blush. "I appreciate my girlfriend checking me out, but we have a major issue here. You are breaking your promise with me." he jokes.

"Fine." I grumbled. He looks pleased. I yank off my tank top and I hold it.

"Happy now?" I sighed. His arms snake around my bare waist. Without my normal one layer of clothing, his touch sends shivers down my spine.

" Babe, I need you to know something. I may not be the winner of the boyfriend of the year, but I know that there is some part of you thinking you're imperfect. And you are, your imperfections are impossibly perfect. So you don't have any imperfections. Why can't you get it in that pretty head of yours that you are gorgeous?" he says, frustrated. I stop walking and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull him closer.

I kiss him. Between kisses, I tell him, I love him. The second time is more easier, because you know the other person loves you, back.

We eventually separate. We walk in silence. It's not the kind of silence that's awkward, it's more like the silence where we're too busy gazing at each other to say something.

"Hey, thanks for coming to help guys." Louise yells as we approach the school. "So what can I do?" I ask as we arrive.

"You can wash the car over there." Louise says, distracted. I lean over to pick up the bucket of water.

"Here, let me do that, babe." Noah says, gently.

"No, I can lift it by myself." I snap. I try few more times. When I try one last time, the bucket lifts up effortlessly. I shoot Noah a look of victory. He burst out laughing. Turns out he was holding the bottom of the bucket. To test my theory, I let go of the handle. Yep, Noah's doing it. "You meanie." I pout. He pulls me closer.

"I'm sorry, babe. I couldn't help it." he apologises. I smile and grab a sponge and throw it at him. It hits him square of the chest.

"You deserved that, sweetheart." I giggle, at his shocked expression. He grabs the bucket. I scream and run away from him. He dumps the entire bucket onto my head.

"NOAH!!!"I squealed. I grabbed the nearest hose and squirt him. He is soaking wet. We started a huge water fight.

Noah grins widely, looking at the sudden chaos surrounding us. He pulls me close. "I love you."

They say you fall in love, I am not falling. I was flying.