The world blurs infront of me. I told myself I was going to handle this maturely this time, but now Claude's lips are on mine and I can't stop. He presses himself closer to me, trying to sit on my lap. I don't think that's such a good idea but I let him.
Our lips part for a millisecond when he moves- he's quite clumsy- but then we're back at it again, and my hands are buried in his smooth dark hair. I can feel his fragile ribs against my chest, so I kiss him harder and hope he understands. I love him.
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DiversosA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
