Sally Face Oneshots [COMPLETE]

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-S A L L Y-
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SAL'S POV

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After hours of borigly playing some video games, I thought I'd head over to Y/n's apartment. I got up off the couch and made my way to her place. We've gotten really close in the past few weeks. She's really cool to be around and a fun friend to keep you occupied. My feelings for her much stronger then just friendship, but I'd push them aside knowing she'd never feel the same.

A couple seconds after I knocked, Mr. L/n answered. "Hello, Sal. Y/n's in her room." he said, moving aside to let me enter. "Thank you, sir." I thanked as I entered. I made my way to Y/n's room, avoiding her father's stare.

I knocked lightly, but no one answered. She could be sleeping and didn't hear me. She is a heavy sleeper, it takes forever to wake her up. I should know, it took ten minutes, a slap to my arm and mutters of headaches last time I tried.

I opened the door and to my surprise she was awake. She was sitting on her bed, headphones covering her ears. She had her back turned, so didn't see me. Being in a playful mood, I felt the need to scare her. It's all fun and games until someone actually punches me in fear.

I quietly made my way behind her. When I was about to scare her, I realized she was drawing. Not just anything, she was drawing me! My jaw dropped and my eyes widened.

"She's drawing me?" I muttered to myself. My face started heating up, the thought quite nice. I hadmy eyes on her drawing still, though as she turned around, I jumped back in slight fright. She jumped off her bed with a shriek and tried to hide her sketchbook. "Uh, um . . . hey, Sally!" Her voice spoke shakily as she took off her headphones. "You were  . . . you were d-drawing me?" My face heating up more by the minute.

"Yeah . . ." she trailed off. I hugged her. She was shocked, but returned the hug hesitantly. When I pulled away, I looked into her e/c eyes. She was blushing a beautiful dark red, illuminating the colour in her eyes.

"It's amazing! But why'd you draw me?" I askedm, curiosity to it's peak. "That is . . . Because I couldn't stop thinking about you!" She spoke rather quickly, me not hearing the last few bits. "What now?" She sighed and said her words slower.

"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you."  Her words shocked me, something I didn't expect to hear from her.

"Why were you thinking about me?" I asked. "I-I, um, have a . . . a crush on you." she mumbled the last part. I barely heard, but heard just enough to understand. My smile grew form under my mask, my heart beating quickly in my chest.

I sat on the bed, taking in what just happened.

My crush likes me back. She drew me. And I haven't said anything in awhile now, I thought.

I stood back up and lifted my mask to reveal only my lips. She hadn't seen my face yet and I didn't feel like scaring her away. I leaned in to meet her cheek, giving a small peck. I pulled back, though she pulled me back, leading my lips to her own.

READER'S POV

His tongue slid into my mouth. Gently, yet demanding. I've never felt something like this. I've kissed before, but this was different. No ones made me feel like this. My body melted into his. People describe kissing as amazing and they weren't lying.

Sadly, we pulled away for air. We rested our foreheads against one another. We stayed like this until we caught our breath.

He pushed me gently onto the bed. He laid atop of me as we kissed. I cupped his face, my fingers resting slightly on his mask. As his hand found my thigh, the other hand was running through my hair. He ran his hand along my body. Feeling every curve and every mistake. He put his hand under my shirt. He pulled away, giving my a gentle look. He looked at me for approval, and so I gave it to him by nodding.

His hand went further up my shirt reaching my breast. He gropped one and a light moan escaped my mouth, the sound embarrassing. I put my hands around his neck. I wanted to unbuckle his mask, but I'd never seen his face. I touched the back of buckle.

"Can I?" I asked through kisses. "I-I guess . . ." he sounded unsure. I unbuckled anyway and put it on my nightstand. When I turned around, I was met with his scarred face. I smiled at the beautiful sight in front of me.

"You're handsome." I said before grabbing his neck, impatient for more of his chapped lips. He chuckled as we kissed. I didn't want this moment to end.

My feelings for this boy were strong. I can only hope we stay together forever. Get married, have kids and grow old together. It's a dream I hope comes true.