Hello Perfection [Joey Graceffa Fan-Fic]

Chapter 13 - naughty people

"Well, what do people do at sleepovers?" I asked Kian as Connor left the room.

"Well talk, hang, sometimes cuddle?" He grinned.

"Uhh, I meet you tonight. Possibly not cuddle..." I laughed playfully, but there defiantly was a tone of 'I'm serious.'

"Why not a house tour?" He smiled jumping up.

"Sure." I smiled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch. I flung forward then followed him up the stairs, still Hand in hand.

"My room first!" He said leading me to a room. He pushed open the door and spread his arms out. "Ta da!"

I looked around then went back to him.

"Very nice." I winked.

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After the rest of the room tours, we ended up back in Kian's room, him on his bed and me on his spinny desk chair.

"So, now what?" I smiled.

"Tell me something about yourself." He said, mocking a posh English accent.

"Well my name is Shayla Grace." I said back, also with the accent.

"Hello shayla, my name is Gregory Vincent the 12th" he winked holding out his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and then he pulled me hard.

"Ow!" I said rubbing my shoulder that he nearly got tugged out of place. I was now on his bed cross legged.

"Haha, sorry." He smiled laughing, I could tell he meant no sympathy.

"Well we should get to know each other, now that were havin a sleepover, I think now would've the best time."



"Well tell me 3 things about yourself no one else knows." He smiled to me.

"Uhh, I've kissed altogether 6 people. 2 girls and 4 guys. I love the smell of twink and the words vagina and nipple make me feel uncomfortable."

"I've never been to a concert, In my life I've owned 2 penny boards, 4 pairs of chucks and 1 pair of vans. And I like girls with a pretty face."

"Cute." I winked.

"Um, 3 more?" He looked to me. "I like girls wearing big baggy shirts and no pants. I like it when someone's laugh sounds like a dying walrus and I cry a lot."

"I like guys in just their underwear, guys who can skate and I have a strange obsession for... Don't worry."

"Well you have to tell me now."

"But you'll hate it..."

"I wont, just tell, come on..."

"Well I have a-a strange obsession for a certain style of hair for guys."

"What? That doesn't make sence."

"I know!"

We sat in silence. I played with the ends of my hair while he just watched.

"You have nice hair." He smiled, breaking the silence.

"So do you." I smiled. "I don't know how to say this but I um, really want to, want to, uhh, kiss you?"

"Really? You do?" He looked at me puzzeled.

"No, I was kidding." I lied, laughing it off.

"Oh, thought so." He let out a little chuckle too.

I lent against his wall and so did he. He shuffled right next to me and looked to the ceiling closing his eyes.

"So what should we..." I started getting cut off.

Kian lent in and kissed me, in the centre of my lips, just a little peck.

"Sorry," He said. He got up off the bed and walked out of the room and flicked the lights off. "Good night."