When Leah stepped into the kitchen, Noctis was still cursing to himself in French.
"Hey Noctis? Want me to help?" she said quietly.
"Just, hand me a paper towel."
"Okay."
She handed him a paper towel and sat down on a bar stool. He winced every time he placed the rough towel on his arm. After a few moments she couldn't take it anymore, she got up and took the paper towel from him, wetting it in the sink and gently pressed it to his arm again. He winced and she moved closer to him, taking his arm lightly in both hands, holding steady pressure on the wounds.
She was so close to him that he could feel every breath she took tumble over his forearm sending chills up his spine. He had quickly grown fond of her. Very fond of her.
"Leah?" he asked to grab her attention.
She looked up and immediately felt her lips pressed against his. What was different about his kiss though, was that something small and cold pressed against the corner of her mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser, he was a very good kisser (which she didn't know how to feel about) other than the cold metallic feeling pressing into her lips.
She pulled away and looked up at him, for the first time she realized the lip ring curling over the bottom right of his lip.
Vanz stuck her head around the doorframe and fell on the floor faking that she was about to faint,
"OTP!" she half yelled, "god I am shipping so hard, oh fuck."
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I had to make Vanz do it it's too much like her.
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...
