Shawn's POV: (A/n yeahhh that's right)
I throw my head back laughing, jamming a handful of chips in my mouth, "YOU'RE INSANE," I yell, the sound being muffled by all the potatoe.
Adison reaches over to grab my laptop, but I pull it away too quickly,
spilling my own drink all over the white tile floor of my dorm.
"Oh my god," she giggles, frantically trying to pick up all our work that we've been constantly going at for these past hours. Well, some were spent laughing and drinking a little too much wine, which is now displayed across the shine on my floor.
An angry groan that sounds as if it's been living in my throat for years leaves my lips causing her to laugh harder.
I don't know if I'm frustrated that now I have a sticky mess I need to clean, but no cleaning supplies, or the fact that I can't kiss her right here and right now.
Before, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about this small outgoing girl, she most definetly caught my eye throughout the semester but she kept to herself, not talking to anyone really other than her two best friends. Never would I have thought that I'd have such a beauty hunched over from all the stunning laughter, sitting cross legged on my dorm floor, half drunk.
"I'll go get a cloth," she gets up using my shoulder as support to get up before she quietly, but shakily, walks out of my room.
I breathe out loudly out of pure happiness wanting nothing more than to hear her voice ring through my head all the time and to just kiss her.
Trying not to think of those lips covered in flattering red lipstick, I look down at my sweatpants that now contain the stains of the red wine I clumsily spilled. Just great, I think to myself, I'm a mess.
"I'm back!" She sings, the biggest smile ever forever holding its place on her face.
"Sorry about our papers," I mumble, not trying one bit to hide my smile, but my blush on the other hand, that I don't want her seeing.
"You are so cute when you're happy," her small arms wrap around my torso as I'm leaning to the side with my back to the wall and my legs stretched out, she stuffs her head in my chest breathing in my probably gross scent.
Almost all of me believes the only reason why she'd say something this flirty is because she's drunk, but maybe she didn't drink as much as I thought.
"Hey Adison?" I say lightly, my stomach bubbling from the feeling I get from her arms wrapped so perfectly around me, "how much did you drink?" I laugh for absolutely no reason at all except from pure happiness taking place of the other drug.
"3 glasses," her eyes close, but her mouth is still turned at a light smile. The whole sight just looks so relaxed seeing her like this.
I sit back up straight after the majority of the wine is cleaned and I wrap my arms around her, maybe showing Adison that I want her to be here all the time, 24 hours of my pointless days.
"It's midnight," I gaze at the clock, speaking my mind randomly, half expecting her not to hear me.
It's funny how the most beautiful situations come unexpected and undetected and the second she got up from our hug and straddled my lap and looked me directly in the eyes, I swear I saw stars. Never in my life have I seen a pair of eyes so breath taking, so vivid.
I hold my breath at a loss of words, everything in my mind screaming at me that I need to tell her that her eyes don't belong in her head but in a museum, for something everyone should see and witness. Everyone should experience the beautiful spectacle of Adison Smith's eyes.
"They say romeo and Juliet is a love story," she leans her face in, her breath having a light trace of alcohol as it tickles my face with new sensations, "but that's just not true."
She brings her hands up to cup my cheeks, as I just stare in awe, probably looking like I'm seeing the world for the first time, and I guess in some ways you could say I am.
Her thumbs make their way to my lips, tracing them, her eyes now just observing my boring and most likely chapped lips.
"A-and why's that?" I stutter, my heart racing from what her answer might be but more so, from what she might do next.
"They just met, and they were begging to be together," she leans her hot forehead against my feverish one, making my heart skip beats.
"But we just met," I almost smile, but stop myself, not wanting her thumbs to move, "and all I want is to be with you."
Her light breathing almost stops completely, but only for a couple seconds does she falter before her lips crash into mine, moving them in a perfect sync.
I'm kissing Adison..
Is running through my mind like a bullet train,
And I don't know how long I've waited.
________________________________________if you want this story to be good you need to know about their past a little bit so I'm sorry if this isnt as dramatic but honey it will be.
~Leah
