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Cuteness

Her:

He approached me with a contorted facial expression. "Dude, why do you look like you're in pain?"

He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Him:

She looked so beautiful just standing there in front of her mother's booth. I can never have her, and it kills me.

"Dude, why do you look like you're in pain?" She asked bluntly.

Her:

He muttered in reply, "So, uh I've liked this girl for a whole now and she's really dumb-I guess-and doesn't get it. I've dropped, like, a billion hints and she still doesn't pick up on it. What should I-"

I cut him off.

Him:

She looked furious.

Shoot.

I know she wants me to be scared or something, but man, she's beautiful.

"How could you do that to a girl?"

Her:

"How could you do that to a girl?! She obviously knows about the hint and is totally liking you back! Why are you here and not with her?! Take my advice and never leave her side again! She'll just end up running away and-"

Him:

For a second, I'm confused as to why she stopped talking, but then I realize I can't talk either.

And then I realize it's my lips.

I'm kissing her.

Her:

He's kissing me.

And I-I think I like it.

Him:

She fumbled away from me and tried to straighten her shirt as if I was gripping it or something, which I wasn't.

"Wha- why did you kiss me? What the heck, man!? I thought you liked that girl!" She paused for a moment thoughtfully, "Who is this girl anyway because-"

I pulled her to me again and crashed her lips to mine. I pulled away for a few moments and whispered on her lips, "Man, you are so dense. You're the girl. I like you."

Her:

I waited for a moment to see if he was going to burst out laughing or something, but when I saw he was deadly serious, I sputtered, "O-oh."

He smiled.

Him:

I smiled.