Outwardly, Felicity rolled her eyes. Inwardly, she loved him for it. He was the one person who could break through her sarcasm and jokes, and make her examine what she was really feeling, he could make her face reality like no one else could, “Only for you, Langdon” she was whispering.
“That’s all I ask, Fee,” Noah looked at her, expectant. His eyes sparked in the light of the full moon above them. He was smiling, warm and inviting.
Felicity stared at him, “Well, that’s not fair.”
Noah raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off her.
“How can you expect any girl to think clearly when you’re looking at her like that?”
Noah laughed, a soft and gentle thing, yet at the same time very powerful. He pulled her closer to his side, “Fee, your avoiding it.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, letting him support her, “Fine,” she paused, took a deep breath and then said it, “I missed you so much, that I started crying when I watched The Notebook. Happy now?” Her words came in rush, tripping over each other, embarrassing as they were. She never cried at movies. Ever. She always said that the romantic date movie was created by film companies to bleed naive girls dry of their spending money. She thought they were fake charades.
Apparently, Noah knew this, because he was laughing so hard that Felicity could feel his body shake. She lifted her head and punched him in the arm. Hard.
“Hey now! No really, I am flattered, Fee,” he paused, a coy smile forming on his face, “Or should I say Ally?” He burst into another round of laughter.
Smiling, but resisting the urge to punch him again, Felicity went around to face him, “Langdon, you think you’re just so funny.” Her smile belied the fierce glare she was aiming at him.
He quieted, and stepped toward her, brushing a strand of red hair from your face, “Fee, I’m glad you cried, it reminds the rest of us that the mighty Felicity Parks is human too. “ That mischievous look was right back in his eye.
Felicity laughed, a sound that was like joy bubbling over the surface, “Yaaaaa, because I am the freaking Bionic Women right?”
“Of course. You didn’t know that?” Noah feigned surprise.
She rolled her eyes, saying, “C’mon Langdon, I am hungry as all get out,” as she pulled him forward.
She moved towards the hundred year old house she had crashed out of moments before. It was a classic Victorian. A creaky old wrap-around porch guarded the entrance. The bright yellow of the outside walls was offset by the blue shutters, and white eves. To add to ambiance a white picket fence separated the front yard from the sidewalk. It was classic, and as Felicity turned to see that large house looming over her, she was reminded again of how much she hated it; along with everything else related to her parents obsession with antiques .
“For you, ma lady,” Noah held open the door, as they walked into the house.
“You do know that you’re more corny than a Full House re-run, right?” Felicity smiled.
“A guy has to do what they can to compete with the likes of John Stamos.” Noah made a scene of brushing back his short curly brown locks, and starring dreamily in the distance
“Oh please. That mop of yours could never compete, plus your Elvis impersonation is absolutely horrid.” Felicity stepped over the threshold into the dark entry way, and looked around. The eclectic mix of furniture casted misshapen shadows on the wall. She shivered; the old house always freaked her out. She quickly flicked on the light, eliminating gaudy crystal chandelier.
Noah walked into the hall after her, letting the heavy door close behind him. “Harsh Fee, harsh.” His tone was grave, but sliver flicks within his deep blue eyes danced. “I just came back from two months tending to a hundred ankle bitters at the Grand Camp Wannaloo, shouldn’t you be singing my praises, or at the very least, kissing the ground I walk on?”
“Ha-ha, Langdon, ha-ha. No, you must be confusing me with your other, easily pleased girlfriend again,” but she grabbed his hand and squeezed anyway.
Noah noticed. “That’s quite a shame, maybe I should hang out with my other girlfriend more often then.”
The daggers Felicity shot him were so convincing, it was easy to forget that she was just joking,”Not if you want to live, Langdon.”
Noah just raised his eyebrows, unperturbed. His eyes passed over the entryway: the patchwork of furniture so old it looked like it would break at the slightest touch, the dark green walls the color of moss, the freshly stained parquet floors. “I see this place hasn’t changed,” a hint of joke in his voice.
“Quite the contrary Langdon, there is a new side table circa 1903.” Felicity pointed amongst the furniture to a long thin mahogany table leaning against the right wall, “Just something picked up at a local flee market, isn’t it darling?” She imitated her mother’s high voice and drawn out way of talking.
Noah laughed, “You sound exactly like her Fee. Seriously, you should consider acting after highschool.”
Felicity looked back and scrunched up her face, sticking out her tongue at him, as she led him by the hand down the narrow hall into the kitchen.
Alright so after reading this, a lot of my comments on the first half apply to this part as well. I still think you've got some good dialogue but need to spice up your description and plot. Here's a few nit-picks and a little more advice:
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