My Digital Escape One Shots

Kiss Me

Your boyfriend, whom lived all the way in Canada while you lived in Oregon, was flying in for a visit. You and Jeydon had been dating for three whole months, but neither of you had ever met in real life. You were ecstatic, every second of your shift at work seeming to last what seemed like forever. As soon as the clock hit six you cheered internally, hanging up your apron and dashing out to your car. You drove home quickly (only going over the speed limit a few times) and took a shower. You changed into some normal clothes and dried and straightened your hair, putting on a bit of makeup. You laced up your bright blue Converse and head out the door, starting your car and driving towards the airport. His flight was coming in at eight and it was only seven forty-five, meaning you had fifteen minutes to pace nervously at the gates.

You opened Crossy Road, playing a few rounds of that before the many people came pouring through the gates, most of them heading towards baggage claim, a few of them headed towards family members or significant others for a beautiful reunion. There was only one person you were looking for, and when you saw him, his bright Spiderman hoodie and brown hair in front of his eyes, you couldn't help the tears that sprung into your eyes.

He caught sight of you immediately, your bright blue and red outfit making you stand out amongst the other people. He walked quickly towards you, smiling before wrapping his arms tightly around your body. You threw your arms around his neck and held him close to you, allowing a few tears to escape your eyes as you heard him whisper a short sentence in your ear.

"It's great to see you in the flesh, my beautiful Mary Jane," he whispered, calling you by your nickname. You laughed, pulling away and smiling at him brightly.

"And you, my dearest Spiderman," you said as you wiped your eyes. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, pulling him towards baggage claim.

***

The car ride home was mostly uneventful, just Jeydon complaining about the man he was sitting next to. You pulled into the driveway of your small house in your relatively nice neighborhood, unbuckling and opening your door.

"Your house is so adorable," Jeydon stated as he exited the car. You smiled at him, unlocking the back and helping Jeydon grab his stuff. You locked your car as you were walking towards the front door of your house, unlocking that and going inside. You kicked off your shoes as Jeydon walked inside. You closed the door behind him and helped him bring his bags up the stairs to your room.

You both collapsed on your bed and sighed, grabbing each other's hands and smiling. You turned your head to face him.

"Hello there, Mr. Jeydon Wale. It's a pleasure." He looked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours.

"And you, Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"I can't believe you're actually here."

"Neither can I. But guess what?"

"Hm?"

"I can finally hug you, and cuddle you, and play video games with you, and bake brownies with you, and go shopping with you, and go on dates with you. And best of all, I can kiss you." As if to prove his point, he brought his lips to yours for a short kiss, one which sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring.

"I love you," he whispered, pecking your lips.

"I love you too," you responded, snuggling into his chest.

"Don't you at least want to get under the blanket first?"

"Nope. Now shut up and sleep with me."

"I've been in the U.S. for two hours and this is what happens," he mumbled. You smiled, snuggling closer to him.

"Goodnight," you said quietly.

"Goodnight."

***

Jeydon had been at your house for four days now, and you two were finally going on a date. You had put on your makeup and threw on the only dress you seemed to own, as well as a pair of black flats. He was wearing a black button-down and black skinny jeans, and he had chosen not to wear a beanie as to keep himself looking "mature."

You left the house, going to the fancy Italian restaurant that your mother recommended to you.

You ordered, talked, ate, paid, and left in a little over an hour. You both enjoyed your evening and were ready to go to bed. You got home and took off your makeup, changing into your pajamas and throwing your hair in a messy bun. Jeydon had also changed into his pajamas, a pair of Spiderman pajama pants and a plain black tee. You laid down next to him in your bed, ready to fall asleep in his arms.

"Can I have a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

"But I'm tired," you said, acting childish as to mess with him.

"Please?"

"But your face is too far away." He put two fingers under your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him.

"Kiss me," he said, his voice sounding slightly demanding in an adorable way. You smiled, placing your lips on his. Your lips moved against each other's beautifully, your noses slotting together like puzzle pieces. You smiled as his lips moved up your jaw and down your neck.

"Mm...Jeydon, come on, let's go to sleep," you said. He pulled his lips away from you and smiled, pecking your lips one more time before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm, comfortable chest.

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What's the drizzle my nozzles?

The name is Meghan, you know, that hoe from MDEStatistics on Twitter? (#spon)

I'm going to be updating this with Andy so that she can take care of her marching band shit. And since I have control over dis shizz now, imma dedicate dis chappie to my bros MyDigitalKyle and FanfictionsAsFvck

Ttyl my bros and hoes.

Yours Truly,

Meghan Leigh Gawn