Kennedy's P.O.V.
What the frick! Is this how killing works? You kill someone then someone you care about gets hurt, because if so I am never picking up a gun again.
I go the bullet out eventually and it caused him insane pain. I really feel bad about it. Nash has been the only nice one to me. He is incredibly sweet am did not deserve this.
Now it is 11 PMish and Nash and I are the only awake people. I decide to visit him.
I walk into his room and see he is playing Flappy Bird on his phone. I smile. This boy couldn't get any cuter. He looks up and sees me. For some reason his face lights up. "Hey Kennedy."
"Hi Nash." I sit by him on his bed. "How is your wound?" I ask.
He shrugs while smiling. "I guess you are here and not hurt so I am fine."
"You are such a flirt." I tease him without realizing that I did that.
"Well flirting was invented in the 1880s so men could get pretty ladies like you." He informs me and winks.
"Really?"
"No. That was fake." He laughs and I join him in chucking. He smile is beautiful. I inch towards him and I am careful not to press on his wounded area.
"Hey Kennedy." He says. "Want to hear a real fact?"
I nod and soon I see what he is doing. He presses his lips to mine and our mouths feel like they are molded together. My pink lips to his nude pink lips molded together like they are statues that could stay like that forever. Finally he pulls away and speaks.
"Fact: I have wanted to do that for a really long time." He cheekily says and I blush. I have never seen a guy be this romantically cheeky. I really like it.
"Nobody has wanted to kiss me before." I admit. The men that 'kissed' me only wanted a hook up which they forced upon me. It was nothing like this.
"That is extremely hard to believe considering how stunning you are."
"Full of flirting, aren't you?" I giggle.
"Maybe." He admits and smiles bigger. "Goodnight Kennedy."
"Goodnight Nash." I say and I walk out of his room with a huge smile on my face.
I crawl into my bed and the event play over and over in my head. The way he smiled and his flirty lines made me feel so special.
Now I have a fact of me own: I enjoyed that kiss with Nash.
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A/N
I know I have not updated in forever and you probably wanted to kill me but I have some other stories I have been working on.
Super short! I know. I know. I just thought this would be cute to throw into the story.
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Teen FictionYes, she is good with a gun. Yes, she is smart. Yes, she is pretty. No, she is not safe. No, she can't change her life. No, she isn't dead. But can she get out of these situations?
