The bus drive back after the particularly boring visit with Alex's mum was silent and awkward. Alex shuffles uncomfortably next to you, staring out the grubby window. You feel him suddenly grabbing your hand awkwardly. He strokes it lightly and apologetically with his thumb. He stops looking out the window and faces you, a sad smile on his face.
"You okay?" he asks, his thumb was still stroking your hand. You were a very stubborn person so you don't answer, but you still let him hold your hand because you liked him holding your hand.
"You're not a moody bitch" he says. You look at him. He did look sorry. "You aren't a dick head" you say finally. He smiles fully then leans in to kiss you. He waits for a second to see if you were okay with it then finally gives you a sweet little kiss on the lips. He sighs with relief. It felt as if a big weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You felt Alex's curious hands fiddle with your pinkie finger ring as you stare out the window. You face him and he looks up from studying the ring to look at you.
"Is everything okay?" You ask. He nods, puzzled.
"Whyd you ask?"
"I mean generally"
"Yeah, I'm fine" he pauses. He kisses you again to reassure you then looks to the floor.
