What are we? (pt.2)

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Dave's POV:
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"Y/N.." "What, Dave?" "Can we.. I just.. are we.." "Say what you have to fucking say. We don't have all day. I look down at my phone to see a text; 'Kiss her. You taking too fucking long to ask🙄.' I look back at Y/N, and kiss her. I put my hands on her cheek and she has her hands in my hair. I try puling away, her grip was tight as hell. We make out for 3 minutes, she sadly let go. "Is that what you had to ask me..?" "N-no, it's something else." "Like what? Get to the point, i'm tired." "Do you want to..go on a date, with me?" "Sure." She smiles, widely. Her skin glistens in the moonlight. She pulls me in for a kiss, now with her hands on my cheeks. She grabs one of my hands and places it on her waist. [YIPPE 🎉! WE'VE DONE IT! is that a.. BONER?! AHHHH SHIT!] "Uhhh.. I'm gonna get going." I say to her, while starting too speed walk, terrified she might've felt or seen 'it'. "Bye.." I don't even turn around to say bye or wave. As soon as I get home, I text her;

                          Y/N😍 😍

Dave💀 - tomorrow, at 5?

Y/N😍 😍 -yeah, that works.

Dave💀- where do you wanna go?
Y/N😍 😍 - Olive Garden?

Dave💀- 👍. Goodnight, beautiful 💗. Y/N😍 😍 - Goodnight 💜.



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