(This is old and is total crap, just a warning)
"Mitch, what do you think" Jerome called to me. I looked up from my phone and instead looked at the picture of us. He really wanted it in the living room, but I refused, so he had made me sit in the hallway listening to the best ways to hang up a picture.
"It's fine" I said pushing off the floor, acting like I was looking at the picture, but instead focused on Jerome's face. His eyes light up like with joy, and his face looked like he had just won a Nobel Prize.
"Dood, it's just a picture" I said laughing as I pushed him into a wall. I heard him squeak before pushing me to the ground, but he ended up falling with me to.
In a laughing mess we rolled up and down the hall, our arms in a tangled mess. I tried to push him off, but he managed to pin me to the floor. We both heaved heavy breaths as he supported himself above me.
"I actually won against you Mitch" he laughed, his eyes filled with a childish joy. He got up and tried to pull me up to, but I clumsily fell back onto him. I held myself below him as I saw his arms tremble, I braced for impact as he moved down onto me, causing our lips to hit each others.
I didn't know what to do at first, but I didn't need to know, Jerome had it down as he slipped his tounge softly collide with mine.
God I loved my Baca.
He pushed himself off me before becoming a blushing mess.
"I'm so sorry mi-" he started, but was cut off by my finger pressing against his lips. As I moved it, I planted another kiss on his soft lips.
"There's nothing to be sorry for" I said as I pushed my self off the blushing figure back to my feet. He looked at me with a sense of joy in his eyes.
"I love you Mitch" I heard him whisper in my ear, his smile growing as we held each other close.
"Not near as much as I do" I said as I looked him in the eyes, his face blushing madly. He kissed my forehead before looking back at the picture.
"God Dammit, it's croocked"
