Just. Three. Words. ( Porter x Spectra )

Chapter 3 : Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

I flew to my working place, where I do some reading and writing. Porter made it for me, completed with a chair that elevates you to the top, surrounded by book holders and a desk. It was really sweet of him, I was touched. 

I sat down on the chair, and was lifted up to my desk. I pulled out my laptop, and quickly turned onto my ghostly gossip.

I keep a spare laptop here, when I come to visit.

I promised Clawdeen that I won't post anymore bad rumors or gossip. From now on, everything will be a true gossip fact, that won't hurt ghouls in the process. Like, one of the teachers having a hidden beautiful singing voice, and is going public with her singing. This post will definitely help her small singing career.

I'm in the middle of typing when I felt two warm hands cover my eyes. 

"Guess who?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Hmmm." I teased. I knew it was Porter, always sneaking up on me.

"Guess already, if you guess right, you get a kiss." 

"I guess Porter. Wait-what did you just say after that-?"

His hands still covered my eyes while he placed his warm lips against my cheek. I could feel Porter smirking against my skin, sending tingles to emerge within me. 

I lost the warm feeling on my cheek when Porter pulled away, and took his hands away from my eyes, so that I'm facing him.

I looked up at his smirking figure, as my face began to heat up.

The memories of what just happened a couple seconds ago relayed in my mind, causing me to madly blush.

Porter's smirk only grew wider, and then he chuckled at my startled look.

"Hey!" I said, but it more came out more as a squeal. I was still blushing.

Porter scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, it was just hard not too." 

Cue the blush.

I quickly changed the subject. "The hall monitors let you go?" I asked.

"Well, not really...they're still looking for me, I just managed to escape, so I can see you." He gave me a sweet smile.

I smiled back. "How did you know I was going to be here?" I asked.

"Where else would you go? You already have a spare laptop here." Porter chuckled.

"True..." I giggled.

Porter placed both elbows on the desk, and rested his chin in his hands, gazing at me. "Ah, how I missed that giggle of yours."

I put a strand of hair behind my ear, looking down, then at him, a smile still on my face.

"Ah, how I missed your foolish acts." I replied, causing him to chuckle.

"Sorry I never visited you, I really wanted too, but the hall monitors want otherwise. Detention here, detention there, it's like they know what I'm doing, where I'm doing it, when I'm going to do it. I tried to escape to see you a couple times, but they caught me." Porter explained, a tint of guilt settling in his eyes.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "I understand, but you know, if you would stop spray painting the school walls, there might of been a way." 

Porter just shrugged, and got up from his position. He floated in the air with his back facing the ground and his face looking up at the ceiling. "Spray painting is a hobby, that will never change." 

I shook my head, before averting my eyes back to my computer screen. I started to continue what I was typing before. 

After a few minutes of me typing has passed, I felt a warm breath on my neck.