Keith Moon #6

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"Alright, alright, you're turn," you laughed while you gestured to Keith to ask a question.

You were both sat crisscrossed on the floor, a tad drunk, in your quiet apartment late that night.

"Hmm, what's your favorite hobby as a high schooler or whatever you called it in America?"
Keith asked.

"Singing loudly to myself," you said with a smirk.

Keith shook his head with a smile, "I should have known, you look like a loud singer."

"What?" You laughed.

"I don't know," he said before he took another sip off the bottle, "I'm drunk."

You rolled your eyes and he patiently waited for your question.

A smirk made its way across your face and he watched with amusement, "Alright, take note, Keith. This is a good question. How was your first kiss?"

He blushed and looked down at the floor, a nervous smile spreading across his face.

"Well," he started softly.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Well, it's just uhm," he stuttered.

"Was it that bad?"

"No, no, that's not it," he said, waving his hand.

"Is it someone I know?"

He shook his head slowly and then it dawned on you.

"Oh," you let out quietly, "You haven't had your first kiss."

He let out a deep breath and chuckled, "Right you are."

He looked up at you with a sweet smile and you liked the way his eyes had a more innocent light in them now. You gave him a little smile and he let out a laugh.

"What?" He asked, his eyes still set on yours.

You quickly leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He tensed for just a moment but then he fell in sync with you, relaxing at the coolness of your touch. He was surprisingly good for someone who'd never done this before. You pulled away, leaving a surprised smile on his face and happiness in his wide brown eyes.

"Now you have," you said with a wink.

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