"You wanna go?" I ask, standing in attempt to meet Joey's height but failed, seeing as though I was a couple of inches shorter than him.
"Yes! Let's fight!" He agrees, approaching me with some playful aggression.
"I dare you to hit me! I dare you! I dare you... I dare..." Suddenly, he's in front of me, towering above me, right hand cupping my face in a small, warm embrace. And then he leans forward.
His nose brushed against mine, his hot breath tickling my upper lip, or that was his lips. I feel myself slowly close my eyes, my mind unable to comprehend the moments occuring right before me and then as I feel it's about to happen, he pulls away, a child-like grin upon his face.
I smiled too, a lazy trail to fight whatever was happening to my heart.
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