Lovesick Fool

Thirteen

The minute Raph steps into my house, I am conscious about my own house. I've never cared about cleaning. Though it is decent enough, there are scattered plates and pillows on the ground due to my previous nights watching movies.

"Nice place," Raph compliments and scans my living room. I place my cracked phone on a counter nearby and rush to pick up the contents from the floor.

"Sorry," I murmur.

Raph just laughs and turns to me. His eyes cause me to stop and I force myself not to watch his lips.

"So uh.." I begin and scratch the back of my head. "Welcome to my house."

"You seem very tense. You alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Would you like something to drink?"

Raph snickers and nods. "You don't have to be so polite with me, but yes I would like something to drink."

"I only have punch," I say and look down.

"I think that is excellent," he says. "Too much alcohol last night huh?"

Something seems odd. I cannot place my finger on it. I laugh, a dry laugh, and nod before heading to the kitchen. On my way there, I take deep breaths. He's in my house. He's in my house. He's in my damn house!

I grab two cups and fill them up with punch. "Alright here's your drink," I announce. I reach him only to catch him going through my phone. "Hey put that down!"

Raph looks up, his eyes brightening. "Nah."

"N-Nah?" I put down the cups on the table and make an attempt to snatch my phone away from him. He is quick though and only laughs at me.

"You don't want me to go through your messages with your lady friend?"

No. No I don't. We talk about you.

"Can you please give it back?" I ask as sweetly as possible. He grins and bites his lip. I try not to literally groan at how hot that is. I can picture him doing that while he's on top of me, his hands between my leg-

STOP!

"Nah," he repeats and runs away. Did he just? Ugh! I chase him, deeply inside enjoying this but part of me knows he can't go through my messages. He'll find out what I really think about him and surely he will leave.

"Raph!" I scream. Raph just continues with his laughter and runs around my house. He jumps on the couches, throwing things in his way. I almost trip on something and accidentally spill the cups of punch to the ground.

We reach to my room, where I stop to catch my breath.

"Give me back my phone!" I yell. He climbs on top of my bed with an amused grin.

"Raph I'm serious," I grunt and step up to my bed so I can reach his level. I'm a tad bit taller than him so why am I struggling to get my phone?

He waves his hands, throwing my phone in opposite directions and catching it before I can. My blood only boils more and I whimper. "Raphael!"

Raph halts, laughing even though he's out of breath. I cross my arms and frown.

"You're really annoying me. Just give it back," I hiss.

"Nah," he responds, tucking my phone in his armpit."I like the way my full name sounds on your lips. Especially when you're angry."

What did he just say?

My cheeks are surely red by now but I stand my ground. I curl my hands into fists and growl. "You know what? I'm not even going to look at you because you're annoying me," I clarify and close my eyes like a child.

I hear my bed creaking.
I hear him deeply sigh.

Then something brushes lightly on my lips.

It presses against them and for some reason I don't open my eyes to see what it is because I already know.

And I kiss him back without hesitation.

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This actually happened to a friend of mine and I witnessed it all 0.0 her boyfriend was a sneaky dude man,

I've been recently into puns rn...

Cashiers don't die, they just cash out :D

Aha get it?

Ok ok i hope you enjoyed this chapte! Stay rad!❤