He kissed her. He didn't know why he just did. He didn't want to. His feelings were to unsure. But when he's drunk and high that doesn't really matter.
She was speechless.
"S-sorry" he said.
"I'll just pretend this never happend okay? I'm over there."
"Wait, no. Why?"
"Because you obviously only kissed me because you're drunk, high or have a bet. If I look at you a little closer I'd say probably all three."
He didn't know what to do. Confess his feeling or save himself from the embarassment if she didn't love him back. So he just didn't say anything.
"See? I'm right, there's nothing you can say against it. You should probably give me that drink. Because else you'll puke and I really need some alcohol right now."
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RandomMostly sad scenes and (love)poems that I wrote down right when inspiration struck me. Feel free to correct my grammar. Enjoy
