JFK and Van Gogh sat side by side on the couch in JFK's room, surrounded by the cozy warmth of soft blankets. It had been a long day at Clone High, and they were both exhausted from the chaos and drama that had unfolded. Seeking solace in each other's company, they had retreated to JFK's quarters for some much-needed relaxation.
The room was dimly lit, with a soft glow emanating from the small table lamp in the corner. JFK leaned back against the couch, his head resting on a cushion, while Van Gogh nestled closer, his head resting on JFK's shoulder. They had become unlikely friends, drawn together by their shared experiences and understanding of the pressures they faced as clones.
As they settled into their comfortable positions, JFK's hand found its way to Van Gogh's, their fingers intertwining naturally. The touch sent a warm shiver down Van Gogh's spine, and he couldn't help but lean into JFK's embrace, seeking even closer proximity.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the faint sounds of their breathing and the occasional rustle of the blankets. They reveled in the simple joy of being together, finding solace in each other's presence. Their friendship had grown steadily over time, and their bond had deepened beyond what either of them had expected.
JFK, normally known for his brashness and confident demeanor, found himself at a loss for words in this intimate moment. He let his actions speak for him instead, his touch becoming more tender as he gently stroked Van Gogh's hand with his thumb.
Van Gogh turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting JFK's in a silent question. Without hesitation, JFK leaned in, his lips softly pressing against Van Gogh's. The kiss was gentle and filled with a mix of emotions-friendship, affection, and a hint of something more. It lasted only a moment, but it held a depth of meaning that words could never convey.
As they pulled away, a blush crept up both their cheeks. JFK's signature "er, uh," slipped out, followed by a sheepish smile. Van Gogh chuckled softly, a warm and genuine sound that filled the room. Their eyes met again, and they couldn't help but lean in for another kiss, this time lingering a little longer.
In that moment, they realized that their friendship had blossomed into something extraordinary. They had found solace and comfort in each other, creating a safe haven from the chaos of Clone High. With each passing day, their bond grew stronger, and their shared moments became even more precious.
Wrapped in each other's arms, JFK and Van Gogh basked in the warmth of their affection, knowing that they had found something special in one another. Their journey together had just begun, and they couldn't wait to discover what the future held for their newfound love and understanding.
Author(s) note: Oh my, how scandalous~
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Fanfictionwhat do you expect? It's mainly clone high. me and my pookie bear lmao'd multiple times. my pookie named most of the chapters🥶🥶🥶
