Immaculate Misconception [r.h] ✓

Thirteen

We stood there, lips locked and hearts on our sleeves. As cheesy as this'll sound, I felt sparks when we kissed. It felt like the entire world stopped, and nothing mattered but this exact moment. There was no car accident, there was no memory loss, there were zero troubles in our lives. And I liked, no I loved this feeling.

His lip rings were cold against my lips, but I liked the feeling. Ricky was the first to pull away, and we looked into each other's eyes. His held so many emotions; happiness, lust, but mostly love. Without any words being spoken, he connected our lips again and this kiss held more feeling in it I'd like to believe. His hands were around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him. My hands were around his neck, fingers tangled in his black hair that was growing out and reached just about his shoulders. I felt his tongue prod at my lips, begging for entrance and without a thought I allowed access. Our tongues battled for dominance, and Ricky eventually won.

We were forced to pull apart, at a loss for air. But we didn't move apart, we didn't move away from each other. We stayed, holding onto each other like our lives depended on it. I didn't want this moment to end, hell I didn't want this night to end. Everything finally felt perfect, things felt the way they should be. Ricky sighed, breaking the silence and I felt his grasp on me loosen and I knew then we'd have to eventually leave this perfect bliss.

"We should get going," Ricky cleared his throat. "It's a semi-long drive back to Scranton."

"Yeah," I nodded and we pulled away from each other fully.

I helped Ricky clean up slightly, I held the half empty pizza box and folded blanket while Ricky carried the bucket of ice and champagne, blowing out the candles as we walked towards the parking lot. He'd said the people that cleaned up the park would clean them up in the morning, so I took his word for it and put the things in my hands in the trunk of his car before climbing into the passenger seat. The ride back to Chris' house so far was silent, and I couldn't decipher if it was comfortable silence or irritating silence.

Eventually I pegged it for irritating, and reached over to the stereo and turned it on to let whatever song play. It was better than no noise at all. A HIM song I didn't really know much begun to play, but I bobbed my head along to it since I liked them just didn't know every single song to ever exist.

After maybe an hour and a half, Ricky was pulling into Chris' driveway. I was about to get out but Ricky locked the doors. I looked over at him and he reached across the middle console, grabbing my face gently and holding it as he kissed me for the third time of the night. I kissed back, and I felt a smile on his lips before he pulled away. He kept our foreheads touching however, and looked into my eyes. I smiled back at him, and finally he spoke.

"I'll see you tomorrow? Three o'clock?" he asked.

"Three o'clock." I assured and he planted a quick peck on my lips before I unlocked the doors and stepped out of his car.

I waved as I got to the door, taking out my key and walking inside. I heard the motor of his car fade away, and leant against the door. I ended up sliding down so I was on the floor, my knees to my chest as I bit my lip. Words couldn't describe my utter happiness right now, or the feelings that ran through my body.

People didn't mean shit when they say they kiss someone and butterflies flutter in their stomach. No, I had a fucking zoo in mine. After a good ten minutes of just thinking, I forced myself up on my feet and walked into the kitchen after sliding my shoes off by the door. I grabbed a cup from the cabinet, and turned to the fridge to get water. I turned towards the second exit to see a smug Christopher Cerulli standing there, leaning against the wall with a smirk. I jumped, and was thankful my cup was barely full. I put a hand over my heart, and Chris chuckled.