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"Y/N," Peter whined. At least twenty minutes had passed since he had his 'encounter' with you. "I'm dancing, Peter," You said, flashing a smile at one of the boys dancing next to you. He smiled back, turning towards you. Peter grumbled as that boy leaned forward and whispered something in your ear. Peter hated the fact that you were dancing with other boys. Hadn't you almost told him that you liked him? She told me that she was bothered by how close I was, He thought, slightly annoyed, She can't just- Wait. He had the perfect plan to get her back for what you did. "Hey, Y/N," He said, taking you to the porch. "I want to kiss Liz," Your eyes narrowed. "That's why you dragged me out?" "No," He said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I don't know how to kiss. Could you teach me? Then I could go and kiss her," You ignored a pang of jealousy and narrowed your eyes playfully. "Sure, Peter," "Thanks," He said, smirking. "Step one: come closer to your to-be significant other," You said formally. Peter stepped closer to you. "Now, lift the person's chin up," You said solemnly, and he did so, his eyes lit with mirth. "Kiss them," You said, trying not to blush as Peter leaned closer. He planted his lips on yours. You pulled away after a second, staring at him. "Good job," You said flatly, turning away. Peter would never like you. "Go kiss Liz," "No, I'm not done practicing," He said, pouting. "One more time, and I'll bring my twist in," "Fine," You said, grumbling. This was going to be the second and probably last time you kissed him, so you weren't going to let the chance go. "I-" Before you could get another word out, he kissed you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. You wanted to be stiff and unresponsive, but you couldn't resist running your hands through his hair as he pushed you up against the main door, deepening the kiss. You didn't know what he was planning to do, or why he was kissing you that way, but you didn't want him to stop. His hand brushed against the small of your back, while the other one cupped your face. Your hands ran down his chest, then back up again, circling his neck. He pulled away after a while, his lips swollen and cheeks red. "I-I- did you like that? Am I a good kisser?" A damn good kisser. You thought but shrugged nonchalantly, "Eh, not bad." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Come on, I was amazing." "Fine," You said, allowing yourself to smile, "You were good," "I was probably the best-" You backhanded his arm lightly. "No, you weren't the best," "So..." He said. "Go kiss Liz, then," You said, trying to smile. "Not in the mood anymore," He said briskly, "So, Y/N L/N, wanna make this kissing thing permanent?" Your jaw dropped. There was no way that he was asking what you thought he was asking. "What do you mean?" You asked. "I mean," He said nervously, "Do you- If you want to- I'm fine if you don't-" "Peter," You said, sighing, "Spit it out!" "Be my girlfriend," He blurted. "Okay," You said, the word spilling out of your mouth before you could think. "Fine," He said, smiling. He held out his arm to you, "Let's go inside, shall we, mi amor?" You linked your arm in his, laughing "Si, señor,"
