Teenage Dirtbag | l.h

"What was that for?"

Dawns POV

When we make it to Lukes house, I get out and close the door, making my way around the car.

Luke locks his car and leads me to the front door, opening it and closing it behind us.

I sit down on a couch in the middle of what looks like a living room, and he walks into the kitchen.

"Dawn? Do you want anything?" He asks.

"Do you have any snacks?"

"Yeah I'll bring some." He replies and a few minutes later walks into the room with two Cokes and some whipped cream.

I look at him strangely.

"Whipped cream is a snack?"

"For me it is." He laughs. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah that's fine." I say and he sits down beside me.

He hands me a Coke and I open it, taking a sip and then put it on the table in front of us.

"So how should we start this? We need a poster board and some markers. And we should start on research too. Our project is on any band we choose and we just have to put pictures and write information on the poster." I say.

Lukes eyes light up.

"Any band?" he asks.

"Yep, I was thinking Green Day."

"You like them?" he asks, turning his body to fully face me, obviously loving the topic.

"Yeah, if you don't like them you're lame." I shrug

He laughs. "Totally true."

I look down to answer a text message to my mom about when I'm coming home, and when I look up, whipped cream is spread onto the tip of my nose.

Luke starts laughing and I just roll my eyes with a slight grin.

"What was that for?" I ask.

He looks at me and laughs again.
"I just felt like it. It's cute"

I put some on my finger and slide it across his cheeks.

"No it's not." I laugh.

He smiles at me and wipes some off his cheek, aiming for mine, but my head turns causing his fingers to skim my lips.

He laughs even harder at that.

"Hey that's not funny." I pout.

He looks down at my lips and then back to my eyes.

"I think it is."

I go to wipe it off my nose, and stick my finger in my mouth, sucking it off.

I can't help but notice Luke just staring at my lips while I do this, and i laugh.

"What's wrong?"

His eyes come back up to mine and then back down.

"Nothing, you just still have some whipped cream on your lips."

I go to lick it off but he stops me.

"Don't. I'll get it." His head starts to move towards mine, and my stomach erupts with butterflies.

Here we go again. I keep telling myself I don't want him but if he keeps doing things like this he's going to mess my head up.

His head moves closer and closer to mine before I feel the faint similar touch of his lips on top of mine.

My eyes close and my lips move along with his. His tongue slowly moves along my bottom lip, taking all of the whipped cream off of it. He moans slightly and pulls me closer towards him.

What the fuck am I doing.
I don't like him. I need to stop. I don't even know this guy. He was a dick to me when all I needed was a friend. Now he wants to get close to me?

Those were the things I should have been thinking about. But was I?

No. I was lost in his lips, in his touch.

He leans back on the couch and pulls me onto him, so I'm straddling his waist. I know it's getting too far but his lips are like a drug.

His hands move to grasp my waist, and he pulls away.

He looks at me and smiles.
"Did that make up for me being a dick? I'm sorry about that by the way. For some reason I didn't like you. But it seems as if I can't stay away from you now."

I didn't know what to say, so I leaned forward again, laying my lips against his.

I pull away and sit up.

"Yes, that made up for it."

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AH
k I cried a little bit

- becca