The Vamps Preferences

#6 - Your First Kiss

(A/N:) THIS IS A PREFERENCE I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING LMAO

Okay guys, please don't get too excited reading this. If you know what I mean. ;) NO OMG I'M KIDDING OMG OMG OMG SORRY FOR MY DIRTY MIND HAHAHHAHA

Okay, shut up Olivia. Get the hell on with it. Dude, seriously.

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Tristan:

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The two of you laze around on the bench, but as you check the time on your phone, you jolt up.

"Oh my God, Tris, we've been here for three hours. It's 7:30...! I should probably start getting home... sorry," you quickly apologise.

"Oh, no, is that the time already? Sweet Jesus! It's alright, I guess I should go as well," he replies, looking surprised.

Reluctantly, the two of your drag yourselves to your feet, and pass by a small fountain on the way to the park entrance. Tristan temporarily stops to admire it - it's definitely a pretty sight - and then turns to face you.

There's a small silence. Not awkward, comfortable. But still. Silence.

"Tris...?" you tentatively ask. He looks distracted, although his eyes seem to be focused on your face; taking in your every feature. Then, as you look more closely, you notice the look he is giving you. His eyes are soft, and he nearly looks... nervous?

"Oh, nothing," his voice has dropped to what is barely a whisper, "you're just so beautiful."

And before you can connect the dots, you feel his lips touch yours for the first time: the contact makes butterflies explode in your stomach, fluttering endlessly, freely. This is amazing.

Connor:

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A light snore comes from the sleeping boy next to you; Connor's lips are slightly parted, and his eyes are softly shut. He looks adorable, and so innocent. You can't help but giggle a bit - the cute, young boy is making a noise like a gorilla, for God's sake.

In fact, as the noise gets louder, you start to laugh even more, putting down your phone and just laughing. Laughing, laughing and laughing. It isn't even that funny, but somehow it amuses you.

Then, he rolls over slightly. His head - just resting on your shoulder - falls safely into your lap, and he slowly opens his eyes, groaning and stretching out.

He reaches his arms up and wraps them around your neck, pulling your head down to him.

And he does something unexpected.

He brushes his lips against yours, asking for permission. Immediately you respond, moving your lips eagerly against his, and the feeling of your first kiss is incredible.

Brad:

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Brad had taken you to an amazing restaurant that you had never seen before, despite the fact that you had been living here for a long time.

Soon enough, the wonderful night was drawing to an end as he took you up onto the balcony that looked upon the whole city.

"It's beautiful," you say in awe of the scenery before your eyes.

You feel Brad's arms slip around your waist - holding you close.

"I know you are," he murmurs, his eyes focused on you. Then, immediately after, a flash of surprise crosses his face; he quickly recovers by saying, "I mean, I know it is."

"You dork," you giggle quietly.

"Do you mean that in the sense that I'm socially awkward, or that I'm a penis?" He jokes, blushing.

"Eh. Either will do," you tease.

Then, a little silence falls.

You turn to him: the two of you hold each other's gaze for a few, mesmerising seconds, and feel yourself leaning in as he does too.

Your lips slowly touch.

And everything else...

Becomes something irrelevant, something you don't know.

All you know is Brad.

(A/N: THIS ARE NOTES BRONTE AND I LEFT FOR EACH OTHER, I'VE LEFT THEM IN BC WHY NOT LMAO)

** hi its bronte i was bored so i did a part of the brad preference idk how to write kissing bit btw can u help me with my ff im stuck **

**HI BRONTE OMG UR BACK ILY ILY ILY AND YES I SHALL HELP YOU LOL**

James:

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"Hey, James, look what I can do!" you excitedly say, putting your lips to the straw on your Starbucks straw and starting to beatbox through it. You add in some dubstep-sounding noises here and there, and James starts laughing.

"Oh my God, (y/n), is that all you're bothered about doing? You're not even drinking the frappucino, babe," he gives you a wide and genuine grin, reaching for his cup and starting to attempt to do the same. However, he just makes the noise kids make when they're trying to learn how to whistle.

You stop to laugh at him, face palming as you do so.

"Just stop it James," you joke-sassily exclaim, flipping your hair, "you'll never learn the art of Starbucks... music...ing."

You both explode into harder laughter as you see people obviously judging you; you hoped you wouldn't get kicked out for making too much noise. Oh well.

Then, you both calm down, and James's eyes meet yours.

"Good God, you're amazing," he says sincerely, and before you know what's happening, he crashes his lips onto yours.

You faintly hear a few people cheering in the cafe, and smile into the kiss: getting lost in the incredible feeling.