I'm Sorry

Meeting up: chptr 2

       "Hey, wait up, Tiffany" Conner shouted again. This was the beginning of a new chapter, the girl who said sorry to just about everything, and the boy who was tall, strong, gentle, and kind. "Tiffany!" He shouted yet again. "Oh, hey Conner, what's up" the words sounded foreign to her tongue, she wasn't to good at being cool or chill. "Um, hi. I was just, um, walking and I was wondering if you, um, wanted me to, I could, um, walk you back to your dorm, if you like, um, want" he said, not smoothly, and it made Tiffany laugh. "Sure, If its not out of your way, that would be nice." she said calmly. "Great, good" he was beaming like a fool, it was very obvious that he liked her, but Tiffany, herself, could not see it, and she liked him. Very much.
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       "Well, um, this is your dorm" he seemed strange at the moment, like he wished he could have another moment with her. "Wanna come in?" she inquired, "My roommate is headed to a party, I doubt she'll be home tonight." she seemed eager to get closer to him, his warm body felt comforting on the cold walk to her dorm. She stepped a little closer to his tall body. "Of course!" he said with a bright smile, trying to conceal it he re-spoke, "I mean, sure that would be cool." he said with more chill, but still beaming from his eyes. She giggled at his attempt and unlocked the door.

"Welcome to my humble abode" she said gesturing him in "excuse the mess" she whispered loudly, picking up a pile of clothes. "It's cool" he choked, watching her pick up the clothes she dropped. "So," she perked, "what do you wanna do?" "Umm" he mumbled. "Have you ever talked to anyone? You seem awful with words." He laughed, "I've talked to people before, just not pretty girls, like you" he said without a stutter. "Smooth" she whispered, with a flirty giggle, not far from his ear. He smiles and she returns it. "Stay here, I've got something for you to try." Tiffany came back with two plates of cake, "Try this, I made it yesterday." he tried a small bite, "this is good, why'd you make it?" he asked. "I just felt like it" Conner looked at her in a questioning manner "You mean you got bored so you baked a cake from scratch, out of no where you were just like 'Hmm I'm feeling bored, and I've got some stuff, let's make cake'?" "Yes" She said simply with a smile. It was obvious she wanted to kiss him, and she was hoping he noticed.

       He noticed, and swiftly kissed her cheek and pulled back twice as fast, "I'm sorry" he spoke, he cleared his throat and spoke again, "I'm sorry" he gets quiet. She laughs, and he joined in, "Don't be, it was slightly smooth, at least now I know how you feel" Tiffany giggled "So what do you want to do now?" "I don't know what do you want to do?" he asked, giddy with excitement, "But before you answer, was that stupid of me? To kiss you I mean." "Hmm I'm not sure, might as well test it again to see if the feeling is mutual." she grabbed his neck and pulled him close until they couldn't get closer, after quite a few seconds they parted, "Was that stupid?" Tiffany asked with a faint smile on her lips. Conner shakes his head, with faint lipstick smeared across his mouth he smiles, not enough to be noticed at first glance, but if you looked for it, you would find it. "You're a good kisser." Tiffany laughed.

       "What do you want to do now?" She asked. Conner chuckled and grabbed her by her hips, "I don't know" she put one of her hands on his chest and the other on the back of his neck. They makeout on the couch, until the roommate entered. Then things got a little awkward.