Aiden decides to write a fanfiction based on his perspective on how Ted and Chris met in his notebook. Guess who finds out... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
It's a lot more serious than it seems at first.
Like literally a turn of events I never expected.
I currently had my arm slung around Chris's waist as we cuddled together in the warm watermelon blankets I brought. When I looked over at him, he looked so interested in the show...
It's not that I didn't like the show. It's not that at all; three kids going to a school filled with disguised skeletons was beyond interesting. The thing is, I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. I have tried so hard to look away from him, but my eyes keep shifting back to his beautiful face. The way his eyeliner was applied onto his face made him look strangely feminine, but it looked so very attractive. His puckered lips made my heart melt, and his dark lipstick just topped it off. 'He's so perfect.'
I leaned down to be face-to-face with him. "Ted," he blushed. I stared into his eyes, neglecting the world around me. "Yeah," I answered. "You're distracting me from the show."
Well that was unexpected.
I sat back and thought for a moment. Should I care that he's still watching, or should I just say 'well fuck it, you're cute, Im'a kiss you anyway.'
Smirking, I tilted his head to face me. He was blushing, I could tell. The lighting on our faces was extremely dim, but I could still make out the soft pink colour that dusted his cheeks. I leaned down to him, inching closer and closer to his face. His eyes began to close, and so did mine. I felt my lips meet his. 'They're soft.'
I've been writing faster than my fingers could handle! One minute they're cuddled up together, the next they're making out like some cheesy teenagers that you read about in some 13-year-old's fan fiction! Okay maybe I was exaggerating. "Freaks," I whispered under my breath. I scratched my head. 'Gosh this wig is itchy.' Well, beauty hurts. Or itches. Whatever floats your goats.
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This show never seemed to end. I've been constantly checking the time because 1. I was so bored with this terrible show and 2. these two idiots weren't doing shit. About an hour passed and they barely kiss now? They were just as oblivious of each other's feelings as that space furry and that other guy from the start. 'What was that from again...?' Whatever it was, I remember that that furry guy had a mullet.
Anyway, even though their ship has sailed, they still seem to be completely oblivious to the crew's silent requests. Does that make any sense? I'm trying to be metaphorical here.
I tried writing as much detail as I possibly could. I mean, this was cute as shit, but I couldn't think of much detail to describe a nice, sweet kiss. Maybe just add some make out stuff in there instead... yeah. That seemed better. No one likes cute shit these days anyway.
I knew I was blushing. My cheeks felt hot, and I had a fuzzy feeling inside of my chest. Ted was kissing me? Out of all of the people in the world, he was kissing me! I still couldn't believe it.
The kiss wasn't too extreme. It was warm and it lasted about a minute before we had separated. I just stared at him, eyes wide with a small gasp leaving my lips when I realized he was blushing just as much as I was. Ted looked a little less miserable than he usually was, so that was a good sign. He had looked away after a few seconds, but those seconds felt like they lasted forever.
Setting his head atop my own, he moved his gaze to the show ahead and sighed. I, too, decided to revert my attention back to the trio's adventurous tale. 'He's adorkable,' I thought, (Yes adorkable. You know, an adorable dork?) 'I hope we can do this again someday.'
---------------------------------------------- Procrastination is my middle name.
