"Listen, I'm going to make this quic---"
You were interrupted by a pair of warm lips on yours. Dave Strider, the kid you barely knew yet thought was incredibly hot, was kissing you. Your eyes widened, but you were coaxed into the kiss. He pulled away, slightly blushing.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to do it, I just..” He looked down at his feet and turned to walk away.
You grabbed his arm. "Wait, Dave!" His shades slid down his nose and you looked into his piercing red eyes.
"I liked it." You whispered. You gave him a small smile and he returned it. You let go of his arm and he walked off, with what looked like a skip in his step.
You placed a hand to your lips. Your cheeks burned and you knew you were blushing as red as Dave’s shirt. You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and ran home.
-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering (chumHandle) [CH] at 16:13 --
EB: hey (name)!
EB: did you give dave a beating like you said you would?
EB: how did it goooooooo?
CH: It went great, actually.
EB: really? what happened?
EB: (name)! tell me!!!!!!!!
CH: Maybe later, haha.
EB: fine, i’ll ask dave
CH: You go do that.
-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering (chumHandle) [CH] at 16:16 –