She didn't feel sparks or fireworks when he kissed her, no, she felt meteorites crashing down with such force that it made her knees weak,
She didn't taste the fruit that he had earlier eaten on his lips, she had tasted the sweetest nectar of the sw...
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❝ It's not like it's going to crash-land and land on the wrong damned mountain... ❞
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"-G, H I J K L M N O P, Q R-" A brunette lazily spoke out as she tapped her finger against the hard metal floor she was laying on. She sighed as she finished the song before laying on her back and grunting as the cold metal bit into her back.
"I'm so bored!" She exclaims as she throws her arms up in exasperation, she rests her arms back to her sides before blowing a misplaced hair out of her face. "Entertain yourself then." The janitor outside of her cell smirked as she rolled around on her stomach once more and resting her head on her hand.
"Why can't you entertain me?"
The janitor's smirk widened as he stopped mopping and slowly leaned on it as he looked at the girl with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why should I?" The girl stood up and licked her slightly chapped lips as she sauntered over to the door. "Because," she says, "you're very entertaining."
The janitor swiftly lifted his blue cap from his head, revealing his caramel brown locks, before winking at the girl. The girl reaches through the barred window on her cell door and shoved the boy on the shoulder roughly.
The two were about to continue their flirtatious banter before a collective stamping of heavy boot clad feet interrupted the discussion, the janitor was quick to recognise the sound as he shoved the blue cap cap back onto his head, covering his caramel locks and continuing his assigned job as the janitor mopping the outside hallway of room prisoner 4-2-9's jail cell. The inhabitant of said cell followed his lead as she laid down on her bed and found something to do.
The teenagers expected the stamping group of guards to continue running their training rounds, just like they did every morning so the two could resume the conversation that they were having, however, the assumption that the two made soon crashed and burned as one of the guards shoved the janitor out of the way to access the cell door.
"Hey!" The girl shouted as the boy yelped in pain when he landed on the cold, metallic floor. She curses as the door opens and the 5 or so guards walk in, she was sure that she wasn't that reckless, was she? She sits upright and held her hands up in an 'I surrender' position as she mutters profusely to herself. "Look," she says as she looks up hesitantly to the guards, "I didn't mean it when I said that you all are bitches the other day, you are all sweet hearts an-"
The janitor rolls his eyes at the girls feeble attempt at an apology as he leaned back and rested his elbows on the metal floor to watch everything happen. It was true what the girl had said, he was there when it had occured.
