The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

22 - Relationshippy Stuff

*Ronnie's POV*

I looked down at her icy blue eyes and inhaled deeply. 

"Bridget," I said. 

"Ronnie," she said. 

"Are you okay? I mean- of course you're n-"

"I'm okay," she said, interrupting my rambling. 

"Good. That's good." She looked down at my hands again. "You should see the other guy..." She let out a slight chuckle. We stood outside the history classroom in silence. 

"You know, I think I played this moment out in my head about a dozen times last night, but I can't seem to find the words to make it..." She trailed off, trying to find the right word. 

"To make it...?" She looked up and shrugged. I walked closer to her, and she backed away with each step. "Picture perfect? Cinematic? Fairytail-like? Romantic?" She backed up onto a locker. "Which is it?" She bit her lip and I shook my head, leaning in. I held her face with my left hand and her waist with my right hand, and closed the gap between our lips. Her soft lips kissed me back slowly. It was soft and slow; the kiss. After a few seconds I pulled away. 

"All of the above," she said before pulling me back in and wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her waist as she kissed me feverishly. Our lips were wet and it was probably one of the sloppiest kisses in history, but it was perfect because it was with her. She tried to pull me in even closer, as if that were even possible. When she finally pulled away, we were both slightly panting. "What do you say, let's go back to your place?" I smiled and laughed. 

"My house it is." 

The drive to my house was silent. Not a word was said, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was a comfortable silence. Neither of us had to say anything because we knew what the other felt at the moment. I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was holding her hand. We held hands the entire ride. 

Once we got to my house, I opened the door, hoping no one was home. It was quiet, and I decided the coast was clear and pulled Bridget inside. I was wrong. My mom popped out of the kitchen and looked upset upon seeing me, but her scowl turned into a smile when she saw Bridget. 

"Ronnie! Home so soon, with your... girlfriend," she said. 

"No, mom, she's no-"

"Not been properly introduced. Sorry, this is so sudden. I'm Bridget, Ronnie's girlfriend," interrupted Bridget, holding out her hand for my mom to shake. My mom smiled even wider. 

"Nonsense! We hug in this family!" She said, going in to hug Bridget. Bridget hugged back, smiling. When they pulled away, my mom looked up at me, beaming. "I like her already, she gives great hugs." She winked and walked back into the kitchen. 

"She seems lovely," said Bridget once my mom was out of earshot. 

"Yeah... So you're my girlfriend now?" 

"Yeah, and you're my boyfriend."

"Well then, girlfriend, we should get up to my room, to do very relationshippy stuff."

"Way ahead of you."

*Bridget's POV*

We didn't wait till we got to his room.

He smashed his lips against mine and I returned the lust. His soft lips moved in sync with mine as he held the left side of my face. I took my hand and placed it over his, moving it down to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, as if it were possible. I pushed my chest against his and he smirked against my lips. I impatiently slid my tongue into his mouth and his grip on my waist tightened, his fingertips definitely leaving bruises. I gasped from the slight pain and he took the chance to move his tongue into my mouth. His grip loosened and his hands moved over to my ass, and he squeezed it.