A Match Made in Hell

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"I know, I'm sorry, I swear on my fucking life I regret it too." I try to explain. "I swear I was going to fucking tell you but then Cassie came along and we were all busy and shit. I even told Cassidy and I promised her that I'd tell you but-"

"Nick, can you please calm down for fuck's sake?!" He almost slaps me across the face. "I know, I don't mind, and I heard your conversation with cass."

"What?"

"Hello?" He waves his hand in my face. "You're the loudest bitch I've ever fucking met, i jolted awake the moment you decided to open your mouth."

"Wow, Karl." I laugh. "That's such an amazing fucking compliment you got right there. Thank you so much, babe. You just boosted my confidence."

"Nicholas you've killed people, don't tell me you're offended by me telling you that you're loud because what the fuck-"

"Okay? In my Defense, you're Karl. So it's different when you tell me that I'm ugly or rude or loud or disgusting or-"

"You are infact hideous," he cuts me off. "And you're extremely fucking rude," he laughs as he goes on, "and you're so unnecessarily fucking loud," he puts a finger to my lips, shushing me. "But i still love you just because you are nick."

He grabs my face in his hands, pulling me down to his face as our noses brush against each other's, him laughing with my face in his hands.

I push my face forward slightly for a kiss, but he backs away.

I suddenly tilt my head in confusion. "Did I do something wro-"

He suddenly pulls me to him and kisses me smack on the lips. "God you're so fucking overdramatic." The boy smiles into the kiss. "I was just joking to see what you would do."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." He pouts. "You love me so much."

"Yeah you're right, I do." I quickly agree, a wide smile planted on my face.

He smiles back at me, pushing his face closer to me but we aren't kissing. Just smiling against each other's faces. He doesn't pull away, just stands there in my touch with his eyes shut tightly.

Just a few minutes ago I thought he would be pissed at me, and he couldn't give a shit. Though I think it's somewhat wrong, I can be excused for anything I do when it comes to Karl. He doesn't care, he'll forgive me no matter what.

Feeling his hot breath on my face sends shivers down my spine, like my soul jumps out of my body. I stand like a stupid statue with my arms around him. I think I forgot to breathe.

His smile fades slowly as seconds or minutes pass. His hands going down my body gently. From my face to my neck, down to my chest, and slowly down my waist and-

I want to kiss him. Before I can process it, he pushes forward instead.

His lips move against mine passionately as he sucks on my bottom lip, his hands still all over my body.

He slowly pushes his hands up my shirt, his cold fingertips running over my waist. I wonder how he keeps his hands so soft sometimes. Not just his hands, him in general. He's so soft. I love touching him. I love when he touches me. I love those cold hands making me whimper whenever I feel them all over me.

We break apart, the both of us breathing hard as we pant for air. I stare at him like an idiot as he throws his head back, gasping like he's desperate for air.

I love the way he smells. I don't even know if it's his shampoo or perfume or if it's just him, but it's currently fucking with my brain right now to the point where I feel like I'm loosing thousands of brain cells in a second.