a little collection

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i stare at him as the smoke curls around his face, as he pulls the cigarette away from his pink, bow-shaped lips. his amber eyes are hazy, deep in thought.

the smoke fades into the air around us, it's silhouette black against the vivid pink and golden sunset.

"do you do that all the time?" he asks, making me jump. he looks over at me, a playful smile tugging at his lips and an eyebrow raised.

"do what?" i return, raising both of my brows.

"stare at me whenever i smoke."

"i'm just fascinated by it, i guess." i kick myself at the lame excuse.

"what do you mean by 'fascinated?' you've seen people smoke hundreds of times before." he asks, confusion laced in his voice.

"the way you do it though, as if you were....kissing it. not kissing, per say, more like, you do it with care, and blow it all away with a delicacy that no one else has. whenever others do it, they do quick puffs, but you, you take your time with every one, letting the smoke slowly curl out of your mouth. it's quite beautiful."

splotches of red creep up his cheeks, and he's actually blushing?

"thanks. you're really interesting, actually." he says.

"interesting?"

"you notice all of these little details about people that no one else notices. how people smoke, detecting their emotions, and being able to capture every deep thing about everyone. it's kind of hard to explain, but you have a lot more depth than meets the eye."

"doesn't everybody? i mean, i'm not as special as people may think. i don't leave much to the imagination, and i'm not that good at anything." i say, looking at the ground far below.

"don't say that about yourself. everyone's good at something. actually, i've heard you play piano, and you've got some major talent at that." he says.

"it's not that much of a talent, a lot of people can play piano, it's not exactly uncommon. hell, i've never even had my first kiss, i'm that uninteresting." i mutter the last sentence, but he hears it anyway.

he turns his head sharply, a shocked expression taken over his features.

"you've never had your first kiss? are you serious?" he exclaims, flicking his cigarette over the edge of the building.

"no, why is that such a shock to you?" i ask.

"well, i mean, you're so....amazing and beautiful, i figured you must have had a boyfriend or something like that."

i shake my head.

"well....maybe i can be your first." he rushes, and my heart does about ten kickflips at that suggestion.

"you...w-what?" i stammer, my hands growing shaky.

"c'mon, you have good ears, you know what i said." he smiles, and he pulls me away from the rooftop ledge, and places his hands on my waist, and i feel my skin burn where he touches it.

"i'll be your first kiss." he whispers, his thumb stroking along my cheek.

i nod, and he leans in, closing his eyes. i do the same, and i feel his lips begin to brush mine, my heart going a million miles per second.

we officially lock lips, and he doesn't break away immediately, like i expected. he actually sinks deeper into the kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around me, as if scared i'll let go.

i press into him, and his lips feel amazing against mine, and he kisses me as if he's been waiting to do so for his whole life. it's an amazing feeling to me, and i never want it to end.

when we finally break apart, his eyes are light and bright and happy, i feel all three of those things.

"thank you, you're...really good at kissing." i giggle.

he smiles, big and goofy, and we laugh together, stupid laughter that just feels absolutely amazing.

it's a little crappy, but it's not awful, for writing it half-asleep