Creepypasta 7 minutes in heaven

Ticci Toby

"And then, I may or may have not...well....stabbed him" I say as we sit on the sofa, the music around us playing. You sigh and roll your eyes. I smirk slightly and hand you a hat. "Hey....pick something will you?" You smile and nod quickly, reaching into the bag and rummaging around, trying to find something that you found interesting. You come across something cool, something rough and finally, something slightly sticky. You pull it out...It's......a piece of half eaten waffle covered in syrup? You make a confused face and drop the thing back into the bag. "Come on then! Into the closet of....Luv~ " I wiggle my eyebrows comically. You laugh and push me out the way, walking into the closet, hearing me say, "Hehe....bet she wouldn't be like that is she Knew" Then darkness descends as the door is closed.

As you glance around the dark space, you suddenly feel something poke your shoulder "Hey!" You hear a chuckle and another poke is delivered to your other side, right on your ribs "Hehe...Hey! Stop it! " Suddenly, you feel two arms surround your waist from behind, pulling you back against a hard chest. "Hey...." A voice filled with Mirth whispers into your ear. You shiver and chuckle, slightly nervous, "H-Hey there Toby....Is there something you want? " You expected to hear him say Waffles or Pancakes or something. "You~" He whispers. You don't have a chance to respond before he's places his lips over yours, kissing you deeply, the taste of waffles on your tongue. You kiss him back, turning in his arms to kiss him properly . He threads his fingers through your hair and you moan as your pushed against he opposite wall. You feel his cool hand run down your shoulders to your waist, tugging your top up slightly. You let out a small, breathless moan, reaching up to tug on his hair. Suddenly, he pulls away, panting "S-Seven minuites are up....c-come upstairs with m-me~"

I throw open the door to the sight of the flustered pair "Aw...I missed the good stuff!" I complain, pouting and stomping away, the door open. Toby doesn't wait for your response, he just sweeps you off your feet and runs upstairs....But not before grabbing the maple syrup from the side....That was a very loud and....sticky night!