Hung Up

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After a few hours of hanging out with Marie and Brendon, we go back to our hotel room. Marie and I hangout in what is his room. I'm watching Brendon play a game on his Gameboy Advance while Marie talks about why Pokémon Emerald isn't as bad as everyone says it is.

He's playing some game he stole from Ryan. I urge him on by screaming who he should beat up.

A few screams later he looks at me and says "People are gonna think that kinky shit is going on."

I laugh uncontrollably and shake my head. "Stop being so dirty minded."

"Guys, are you sure that you're not dating?" Marie teases.

"Eh." he replies.

I blush, but hide it by screaming more. "HE'S TRYING TO KILL YOU!"

He snaps his head back and replies "THANKS!"

I leaned my head on his shoulder to get a better view, and he went stiff. But a second later he relaxed and giggles. "Comfy?" he teases.

"Very." I smile.

Marie begins to say something but she's interrupted by her phone ringing. "Hello? Oh hey Matt, yeah I'll be home soon." she hanged up and looks at us "Well I'll see you two lovebirds next time." then leaves.

"She's really hung up on us dating..." I sigh happily at the thought.

"Yeah, so am I." he comments. My questioning look seems to tell him what he just said. "Oh uhm! Shit. I'm sorry.."

His blush makes me blush. My face moves from his shoulder to his chest to hide my rosy cheeks. "It's okay!" I call into him.

He strokes my hair and says "What are you doing?"

"Hiding." I reply.

"Why?" he presses on.

"I don't know exactly what you meant and well..." I sigh.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm really sorry.." he wraps his arms around me.

"You didn't." I try to summon up the courage to tell him what I want to while looking at his face.

"Then what?" he sounds utterly lost.

I pull my upper body up and stare into his dark brown eyes. "I like the idea of us dating as much as Marie does." I say confidently, before hiding my face in his hands.

"Really? Holy shit.." he pulls me into him.

"Is that good or... Bad?" I ask timidly.

"Good, really fucking good." he presses a small and quick kiss into my head.

"Then..?" I press on, wanting to know what we're gonna do.

"Can I take you out sometime?" he gives me a small smile.

Not a girlfriend, but possibly one in the future.

"Of course!" I reply.

He smiles and lays down, pulling me down with him.

We continue the game as if nothing happened.

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