All Time Low (paultryk Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Aftertaste

Paul POV:

I stood there in silence. "What the heck me?!" I whispered to myself. Why did he have to be so hot? I snapped out of my daze. "Wait what" I said aloud. I passed the thought. I started to the den.

There was a spot on the couch but I resisted it. I sat on the floor. Elbows on the coffe table doing whatever I found not boring on my phone. Tord had put on some movie I didnt know about. about this gang where one of the younger members kills another gangs member to.protect his freind. And they have to go to this abandonned church so he wouldnt get caught. Patryk looked intrested. Tord was half asleep.

He finnaly got up. Walked to his room.
It was just me and Patryk now. He motioned for me to sit. "i was gonna do that." I replied with sass. He smirked.

I sat down on the couch. About a few inches away from the taller figure. The movie had gotten to the point where the main characters best freind dies. I began to get a little misty. I wiped my face with my sleeve. It was a touching movie. I felt.my eyes get heavy and found myself leaning on Patryk. He stared awkwardly. I was half asleep I didnt know I was tiredly staring back at the Polish brunette. He slipped his arm around my waist. He was warm. His jacket was comfy. And the feeling was amazing. I looked back up at him. He looked down at me. I didnt know what was happening. I let out a small "hmm~" he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was short about a good two seconds. The best two seconds of my life. The aftertaste tasted like coffee. I blushed and finnaly realized what happened. I gasped. Patryk covered his face in his palms and let out a muffled "s-sorry"