"I'll talk to you guys later, see ya!" Gene cheered, waving to his friends. He had planned to meet Draw at the park at twelve.
It was a warm sun-drenched spring Saturday. Gene was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull print on it with jean shorts.
He walked into the park, scanning the area for the mei'fwa he had plans with.
Draw sat on the swings, wearing a lace crop top and light blue shirts.
"You weren't lying when you said you liked lace." Gene laughed when he approached her.
"Would I lie about myself?" She laughed, standing up from the swing. He grabbed her hand.
"Let's go get ice cream, on me." Gene beamed.
The two held hands as they strolled through the park, sharing an ice cream cone in the spring air. He couldn't pool together enough money to get separate cones, so they shared one, despite Draw's offers to buy her own.
"I could've gotten my own." Draw stated.
"I know, but I promised I'd buy the ice cream. Believe it or not, I'm a man of my word." Gene smirked.
"Also, I will rip your tounge out if it touches mi-" Draw was cut off by Gene grabbing her chin and kissing her. He fought his way into her mouth and explored, making sure their tounges danced together.
He pulled away and laughed. Draw was completely flustered.
"What were you saying?" Gene teased.
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FanficI heard you're a player. So, let's play a game. Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight. Let's talk 24/7 Let's tell each other good morning and good night. Let's take walks. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each other's friends...
