Playful Game

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Dylan POV

Greg got ball first. He went to shoot the ball, but I blocked it and shot it myself, making the first point.

"I told ya." Dad yelled.

"Okay. I didn't see that coming. You knew how to play this whole time and you let me show you anyways?" Greg asked confused.

"Pretty much. Hey don't pout, it was sweet of you."

I check mate the ball he made it this time. The game continued. It was tied now. And everyone was cheering. Sweet was pouring down from my forehead, burning my eyes.

I had the ball and I was about to shoot when Greg came around and stole the ball quickly making the shot. Game over, he won.

He was cheering along with everyone else. I was clapping too.

"That was fun. Good game." I said to him smiling big.

"Now that you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day, I want you to kiss me. Right here." He said pointed to his cheek.

I burned a bright shade of red and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. I could here his breath hitch in his throat.

Everyone awed at the sight.

I looked at him and seen a cute little smile on his face. I gave one back and turned to go to the house to shower.

The shower wasn't long but I was still singing.

Free Fallin' by Tom Petty.

It was my all time favorite song. I don't know why, it just is. I get out of the shower and change. I get in the room and see Greg in here already.

I don't know what came over him, but he quickly walks up to me and kisses me. Not on the cheek, I mean on the lips.

I haven't known him long, and we're both so young and neither of us have done this before, but I just go along with it. I close my eyes and kiss him back.

I've never had a kiss before and well technically Greg just stole my first one. But this was amazing. One million little butterflies fly in my stomach. His lips are soft and warm.

He has his arms around my waist. Its almost like he knew what he was doing. While I had no idea where to put my hands at.

We pull apart a minute after.

"Oh." I said. "Okay. What was that for?"

"I don't know. I- I just really wanted to do that." He said scratching the back if his neck.

"Okay." I said and quickly walked out the door.

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