Nine

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My fingers go through the wet curls as his hands travel up and down my bare back. The water slightly above my head when I stand. He holds me up, my legs wrap around his waist.

"Stanley?" "Hmmm?" "I-I don't know..." The slightest move could connect our lips instantly.

My hand grips his hair slightly, pulling his head back the slightest so he can look up at me.

It feel like we've stood there for hours, which it only was seconds.

I don't wanna kiss him... do I?

*Stanley's POV
I don't wanna kiss her... do I?

Slowly I move in, connecting our lips. She hums at the contact we make. Slowly I go down to her neck, leaving soft kisses there.

She chuckles as I stop. "What is it?" I grin. "Oh nothing." "Everyone is looking aren't they?" "Yeah." We both frown.

"I-I'm going back." "Wait why?" "I just wanna go back." "Oh okay....did I do something wrong?" "I don't think so...."

Slowly she makes her way towards the dock and climbs out, grabbing her clothes and shoes. Everyone whoops and hollers at me. "Yeahhh!! Get you some!" Brad slurs his words.

"Fuck off Brad." I roll my eyes. "Wait what did you say?" I climb onto the dock before Brad does the same. "I said fuck off." "Oh okay." He towards above me, being five foot eight isn't an advantage besides a six foot guy.

"Stanley come on." A voice startles Brad and I. "Ohhhh your girlfriend came to save you?" "I- uh....." "Yep I'm here. Let's go Stan." Brads eyes widen by surprise, knowing he had been "correct the whole time."

I pull on my pants and walk back with
Y/n, she holds my hand soon pulling my arm around her waist.

"Thank you...how did you know?" "Stanley you've talked back to Brad every single time he's came up to you, everyone knows at this point." "Oh.... well thank you again."

She holds onto my clothes soon handing my my t-shirt.

Small droplets of water slowly fall down soaking my already wet hair. "Here." She hands me my jacket to put over my head. "No you take it." I smile as she puts of over her head, the rain comes down a bit harder. The trees shield most of it from coming down. 

I pull her closer, both of use realize I never let go of her waist.

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