Lincoln X Clyde

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(Lincoln POV)
"Hahaha!" I laughed on the phone with Clyde. "Clyde you HAVE to come over today!" 

"Of course I'm gonna come. Just be patient haha." He tells me. 

"Ugh. Fineee." I slam my head on my bed. Then I here the doorbell ring downstairs. 

"I'll get it!" Lana yells. 

"I gotta go Lincoln. I'll be there soon." Clyde says. 

"Oh, Bye-" I get cut off by Clyde hanging up on me. 

"LINCOLN COME DOWNSTAIRS." I hear Lana call my name.

"COMING." I get out my room and come downstairs to see Clyde at the door. "Yes! What's up Clyde!"  

"What's up bro!" Clyde smiles. I grab his hand and pull him upstairs into my bedroom. When we get in the room and I close the door, his face is bright red. 

"Woah. Dude are you sick? Your face is so red." I point at his face. 

"Ah.. I-I don't... N-No. No, I'm not sick haha." He gives me an awkward smile. 

"Uh okay... Anyway, you know about the new Sumo blaster 2.0 right?" I ask. 

"No. What is that?" 

"Okay.. A toy sumo wrestler that lets out FARTS!" 

"Wait, farts?" He scrunches his eyebrows. 

"Yeah! Hear me out, it looked super cool in the commercial." I pull out the box underneath my bed. "Here, take a look at it." I open the box and pulled out the toy. 

"Woooahh.. this is actually really cool." Clyde fascinates it. 

"Yeaaah.. But there's one little problem.. It has to charge and.. I heard it takes at least one hour to fully charge." I set the toy onto my dresser and plug it up. 

"One hour? What are we gonna do for one hour Lincoln?" Clyde asks me. 

"Uh.. I genuinely don't have anymore plans.." I hop on my bed. 

Clyde sits down next to me and lets out a huge sigh, his hand touching mine. I look down at our hands touching and then look away. D-did he do that on purpose? Why isn't he moving his hand? Why am I not moving my hand? T-this is ridiculous. 

"Sooo... Um.." I turn to look at his face. "How are-" His face is really red again. "Geez Clyde, why is your face red again?" I touch his face with my hand. 

"I um, Um.. I don't.. k-know.." He stutters hard. 

"...Are you okay?" I ask him. I'm actually concerned for him. Is he sick or something? 

"Uh. Ugh. Uhm.. I'm... I'm blushing." He whispers. 

"B-blushing." I take my hand off his face and put it on his knee. "Who's got you blushing?" I smirk at him while laughing. 

"It's.. It's you.." 

"W-wait. M-me-" I get cut off by his lips smashing into mine. "M-Mhn!" He kisses get more passionate and I start falling into it, kissing him back softly. 

He pulls away just when I started wanting more, "I- I am so fucking sorry. I never- Uh- I don't-" He stutters while trying to apologize. 

-------END OF CHAPTER

... I have absolutley no excuse as to what is wrong with me. T-this.. this is beyond down bad. THIS IS HORRIBLE