love means nothing • {c.b.❕d.s.}

t w e n t y t w o

"why'd you kiss me?" daniel asks once we enter the quiet house after jonah dropped us off at three something.

it caught me off guard and i didn't have an answer, so i just asked a question to.

"why'd you kiss back?" i ask as i walk in to the kitchen, where i open the fridge to scan what's all in it.

i look at him through the corner of my eye.

he stops by the counter and glances at his shoes, he seems unsure himself.

"my body reacted, i wasn't thinking" he mumbles as he looks up again.

"now answer my question" he says.

corbyn enjoys annoying the boy, so of course he acts like he has no clue about what he's talking about.

"what question?" he asks as he pulls out the carton of milk.

daniel rolls his eyes, "why'd you kiss me?"

corbyn grabs the cinnamon toast crunch box from the cabinet a long with a bowl.

"i wasn't thinking, my body reacted" corbyn mocked the brunette.

daniel throws an orange at corbyn, it's probably bad.

"i'm serious, why'd you do it?" he says and for a split second he reminds corbyn of jonah.

"i don't know, why'd you kiss me at the party? you started the kissing" corbyn says as he pours the cereal in to his bowl.

daniel's face instantly goes red.

"i don't know..." he mumbles.

"now that is seems were on the same page, this conversation is over...i'm gonna go finish the language arts essay that i haven't started" i say as i grab a spoon from the strainer.

by language arts essay, he means whatever game he feels like playing for a couple of hours.

daniel's still looking down at his shoes when i'm half way up the stairs.

it makes me stop and tilt my head some more so i can see the boy better.

a sigh leaves my mouth as i turn around and go right back down the stairs and back to where daniel stands, cereal bowl in hand.

"i kissed you because something told me not to, I'm not used to listening to that something though" i mumble as i stare at the confused boy.

he blinks a couple of times, "so i was apart of a rebellious act?"

i sit the cereal bowl down and just stare at the boy who's obviously confused and full of judgement.

"no, i suppose that i was also experimenting?"

"experim-" i cut the boy off by simply pressing my lips against his.

the boy could talk and talk for hours, but this can shut him up for a few hours.

his hands make their way up to my face.

my hands snake around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

the kiss soon deepened and became a make out session.

the cereal was forgotten by now when i picked up the boy and placed him on the counter.

i licked the bottom of his lip, asking for entrance, which he granted.

our tongues wrestled for dominance, which i won.

every now and then a small moan would escape the boy as my tongue explored his mouth.

"it's funny how fast something can escalate."

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feedback?

imma be honest, this was just gonna be a kiss and some shit after...but then it some how turned in to them making out?