Popcorn: a Steven Adler fanfic

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∆- Michelle's POV

Oh wow oh wow oh wow. He is talking to me. His hand is on my shoulder. HE'S FLIRTING WITH ME! "This bars getting boring, wanna ditch this joint and find something fun to do?" He asks politely, "yeah. That sounds like a good idea!" I say standing up. He grabs my hand. "Follow me!" He bubbles, pulling me along. "Where are we going?" I ask, "you'll see!" He says excitedly. He reminds me alot of a puppy dog.

A few minutes later we arrive at what appears to be an abandoned building. He climbs through a broken window and gestures for me to follow. Against my better judgement I climb through after him. "Welcome to my hideout!" He smiles. We are in a fairly large room full of band posters, pillows, food, and a large drum kit. "Nice." I say, sitting down on a pillow. That's when he pulls back a stack of playboy magazines to reveal a mini fridge stocked with beer and a large assortment of cakes. "Want anything?" He asks, "no I'm good." I reply. He reaches in to the fridge, "you sure? This lemon cheese cake has your name written all over it!" He pulls out a large slice of cheese cake.

∆- Stevens POV

"C'mon just one tinyyyy little slice?" I plead, "you'll love it!" She eyes the cake for a bit before giving in and taking it from my hand, "I swear to hell Steven," she warns, "if there is any drugs in this cake I can and will kill you, got it?" I smile cheekily, "relax, you'll be fine so long as you keep away from the brownies!" She shakes her head in disbelief and bites into the cake, "mm this is some good shit," she mumbles through a mouthful of cake.

∆- Michelle's POV

I finish the cake and turn to face him, "thanks for the cake." I say, "I'm not 100% sold on the fact there was no drugs but it tasted awesome!" He blushes ever so slightly, "thanks." He grins. "Your adorable," I say, accidentally letting the words in my head escape. "Aw thanks girly." He slides closer to me and puts an arm around my shoulder. I momentarily forget to breath. That's when he leans towards me and stops an inch from my face. He is looking straight into my eyes with an energy that makes me feel all weird and fuzzy. He leans closer so our noses are touching, then he kisses me. His kiss isn't hungry or intense, it's calm and passionate, until it's not, and I am laying on the floor with him on top of me kissing me raw.