𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

twelve

"Where do you wanna go?" Freddy asked.

"Back to mine?" She pondered,

He nodded, the two began to make their way to her house.

"You been writing any more music lately?" He asked.

"A few songs here and there, but I've been struggling with motivation," Y/n replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Just write about me." The blonde teen smirked. "You've done it before."

"Funny." She replied sarcastically, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks.

They spoke the entire way back to her house, bumping each other's shoulders trying to make the other lose balance.

"Alright, this is it." She informed him as they walked down her driveway.

Y/n reached into her purse to grab her key, only to be left with an empty pocket. "Dammit." She murmured.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, "What?" He asked her.

"I forgot, my brother, took my key this morning," Y/n told him,

"You got a spare one anywhere?" He wondered,

She nodded her head, reaching up to the top of the door frame, struggling to get the key.

Freddy began to chuckle at her dismay and walked right next to her. He looked down at her, grabbing the key.

A slight blush crept onto Y/n's cheeks due to the closeness of one another.

He stared down at her, his eyes glued to hers. "You should really pick a different place for your key." He whispered, still not moving from his spot.

"I'll keep that in mind." She replied, copying him whispering.

She slowly took the key from his hand and turned away from him, unlocking her door.

Once they walked in, she took both her's and Freddy's stuff and placed it in the conservatory.

"You wanna watch TV?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, sure." He replied.

She grabbed the remote and sat next to her blonde crush. They began to flick through the channels, clicking on Comedy Central, playing Friends.

"This alright?" She asked once again, he nodded his head in agreement.

After around 40 minutes, two episodes of friends finished, Y/n turned off the TV and looked towards the boy next to her.

"What demo did Mr S give you?" He asked.

"A band called Sunset curve." A/n: Don't judge I couldn't think of any other band shut up.

"Can we listen to them?" He questioned.

"Yeah, sure." She replied, standing up from the couch and walking to the conservatory to grab her bag.

She placed the CD into her player, and music began to blast around the house.

A few songs later, the two teens were dancing with each other. Freddy was twirling Y/n around, laughter filling the room. A/n: I cringed writing that.

They subconsciously moved closer to one another until their bodies were touching. Freddy's hands snaked onto her waist and their dancing began to slow down until both were standing still, staring at each other.

It's moments like these where time stops and the only movement is you and the person you desire to kiss. The problem is Y/n feels like this whenever she's around the boy. It's a feeling she loves, a feeling she never wants to leave.

Their faces magnetically moved towards each other until their lips were barely touching.Y/n's hands left her side and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him towards her. His lips brushed against hers before crushing their lips together. A sudden burst of warmth spread through Y/n's body and she gave a soft smile into the kiss.

"God, you're so beautiful." He mumbled against her lips before deepening the kiss. She didn't know how long they have been kissing, frankly, she didn't care. This was a moment she never wanted to end.

A/n: I feel like this was a little rushed but oh well