Your friend Zoe had lost her dog. You had been wandering around asking people if they had seen him. There you arrived at 950 Daisy Avenue. You rang the bell, and a woman opened the door.
"Hello, can I help you?" She asked.
"Oh, yes! I was wondering if you'd seen this dog." You showed her a picture of Zoe's dog, Smokey.
"Hm, afraid not. Sorry," she said after looking at the picture. Just at that moment your phone had buzzed. You looked to see it was a text from Zoe.
Zoe: We found Smokey! He was in the garbage can!😱😂😋
You sighed at your friend's weird dog.
"Never mind we found him," you told the woman, "Thanks for your help anyway, Ms.?"
"Oh, it's (c/l/n [crush's last name])," she said.
"This may be a weird question, but do you have a son named (c/n)?"
"Yeah, actually I do. Do you know him?"
"We go to school together."
"Oh, then you must come inside! You must!" She shoved you into the house, and forced you into the couch.
"(c/n)! (c/n)!" she called. (c/n) walked into the living room, shocked to see you.
"Hey (c/n)," you say.
"Hi," he mutters back, looking at his mom for clarification.
"I found one of your friends from school!" she says, excitedly.
"We're not really friends," you throw in. Trying not to make it seem like this was your idea.
"Oh nonsense," his mother said, "Ever since Kellan left for camp, (c/n) has holed himself in his room. Now you two can play together! Unless you have something else you need to do?"
"Well I don't really have anything I-" she cut you off.
"Wonderful! You two can go play now. Dinner'll be ready in an hour." She shoved you and (c/n) into his room. Not giving either of you a chance to speak.
"Sorry about my mom," said (c/n), as soon as the door shut.
"Oh, it's fine. She seems really nice." Who were you kidding she was more than just nice. She was your savior. A gift from God. You just wanted to run up and shower her in hugs and kisses.
"Yeah. So what are you doing here anyway, (y/n)?"
"I was helping a friend find her dog. She found him just now."
"Oh." An awkward silence set in. (c/n) walked slowly, but tripped and landed straight on his butt.
"Woah, (c/n), are you okay?" you asked, helping him up.
"I'm fine," he said, rubbing his butt. You couldn't help but lightly giggle. He raised a brow at you.
"Sorry," you said, immediately shutting up. He just grinned.
"Found that funny did you?" he asked. You shook your head as he walked towards you. You slowly backed away, tripping yourself and landing on his bed. His room was a lot more of mess than in that one dream you had. This time he let out a hearty laugh, sitting down beside you.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," you say hastily getting up. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek as his hand moved down. He stared at you for an awkwardly long amount of time, before he quickly moved his head towards you. Your lips barely touched as you both moved away, clutching your heads since they smashed together.
"Woohoo!" shouted (c/n)'s mom, who had been evidently peeking through the crack of the doorway.
"My little baby's first kiss! And I caught it all on camera!"
"Mom!" he shouted, now blushing and rubbing his head at the same time.
"Oh, um, I just came to see how you guys were doing. I totally wasn't filming the whole thing!" With that outburst she ran out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"So um?" (c/n) seemed to be struggling. Unable to resist anymore you gave him a small kiss on the lips, but he refused to let you leave. Pulling you into the kiss, he mumbled three words.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Unlike your first kiss, your second was much more smooth. He moved to your neck and shoulder. Laying soft kisses everywhere, until you pulled on his hair.
"Ow," he said, looking up at you. You leaned in an whispered something into his ear.
"I'm pretty sure your mother is still watching us."
"You know what? I don't think I care anymore." He leaned in for another kiss, before shouting something at the door.
"Mom! Is the spaghetti ready yet?"
"Oh yes dear, I'm working on it!" Shouted a voice that sounded awfully close for someone in the kitchen.
A/N: comment as to whether you liked third person better or not.
