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white Twilight is white. sadly.
studying is hard work, you think to yourself. still, if it helps you pass tomorrow's test, it will be worth it. Twilight could probably be of a bit more help, though. she's so intelligent, she's having trouble explaining.
she leans toward you, showing you her notebook. "alright, do you see how i got this answer?", she asks. you shrug. "this is important! you keep getting distracted. what's the deal?"
you tell her. the truth is, you've had a crush on her since you were in kindergarten together, all those years ago. and you were never brave enough to tell her, because she was so comfortable as your friend.
she stares at you, taken aback. "r-really? i-i-i like you too... um... so... w-what happens now? are we... um... boyfriend and... y'know... girlfriend?" you smile, nodding. she lights up.
"i read a book on this once. they said that the ENTIRE relationship for the woman is determined by the first kiss. so i think we should, um, go by the book on this one." she leans forward toward you, head on. your noses meet, and she pulls back. she tries again, and your teeth clack together painfully. she sits back, dejectedly. "oh, why bother? this can't work. it was stupid, this whole thing. i guess we--"
she is cut off as you bring her to you in a passionate embrace, your lips meeting. she struggles briefly in surprise, but she almost immediately melts into you. her hand presses against your chest, her other wrapping around your neck. she pushes off with her legs, falling forward onto you.
as you begin to kiss, her dexterous hands working on your jeans' zipper, her phone rings. you stop, knowing what the phone means: everything gets put on hold. she sits up on you, pulling it out of her pocket. she glances at it momentarily, then throws it out the open window, falling back onto you. |