"Luke, quit, I've got homework to do!" you giggled, but Luke, your best friend since before you were born, kept throwing himself against you, pretending to be a whale.
"MEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he moaned. You could barely breathe anymore you were laughing so hard.
"Stop, Luke, stop stOP-" before you could finish he started to tickle you. He knew all the spots that you were ticklish with by now.
You were screaming with laughter now, and Luke wouldn't stop tickling you, so the screaming continued for about three minutes before your dad came downstairs.
Luke stopped tickling you immediately and sat all nice off to the complete other side of the couch while you composed yourself.
"Why the hell are you screaming?! I thought you were-"
"Dad, we weren't okay? Sometimes people who are dating tickle each other," you stuck in as you rolled your eyes and pulled your math book back up into your lap.
Your dad frowned at Luke before slowly starting his trek back up the stairs.
Luke looked back at you with a funny face on when the upstairs door had closed, which made you go off into another fit of laughter.
"You're so beautiful when you laugh," Luke mumbled to himself, but you overheard. You looked over at him," What?"
"Nothing. Um, what did you get on number 16?" Luke's cheeks flushed.
You smiled to yourself, but didn't push him any further.
An hour later you too had found that it was way to boring inside your house so you walked to the park nearby.
"Push me Luke!" you giggled as you jumped onto the swing set. Luke groaned, but when you looked back at him he was smiling.
Just as Luke pushed you to almost as high as you could go, you lost your balance and slipped out of the seat. You landed hard in the sand straight on your butt, muttering an 'ow'.
"Shit, I'm so so so so so so sorry. Fuck, are you okay?!" You looked into Luke's eyes, almost laughing because of the fright in his eyes.
"Jesus, Luke, I'm okay," you said, giving in to your giggles. Luke's face didn't change however.
"Are you sure?"
Then you realized how close you were standing. You could smell the peppermint from his gum and the cologne that you'd gotten him for his birthday. You were so small compared to him.
"I really want to kiss you," Luke whispered, leaning closer to you.
"Do it," you replied.
Luke's lips met yours within an instant. His hands cupped your face as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling the two of you closer. Luke pulled a little at your hair and moaned as you pulled at his lip with your teeth.
Luke pulled away, but only enough so that your lips weren't touching, "You're so beautiful. That's what I had said earlier."
"I know," you mumbled, pressing your lips to his once again.
