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~Vinnieee~

My phone buzzed, I put down my painting supplies and checked. A text? No one texts me..

JFK
Hey shorty, whenr you free?

Crap, I forgot I had a project with jfk!  It's not like he chose to be my partner  because he actually cared about me, I know it's just because I'm good at art and he'll get a passing grade. I try not  to let that get to me.

I can come over tomorrow after school.

I didn't even dare ask for a ride- like he'd want to be seen in a car with ME. guess I'm walking.

~tomorrowww~

I walked to Kennedy's house and I felt raindrops start to pour down, great just my luck. I didn't have an umbrella so I just continued walking in the rain. A heard a car slow down next to me and I assumed it was some kids from school about to bully me or throw things. "Er- Gogh?" I recognized the voice. "O-oh hey.. jfk" I kept walking with my head down as he slowly drove with me. This is embarrassing. "Are you uh gonna get in or not?" My eyes widened "oh no- I can walk I-I wouldn't want to get your seat wet I-" "just get in shorty"

I got in the passenger seat, soaked. He started to drive fast "why were you uh walking in the rain?"
"To get to your house? For our project?" I replied. "Yeah I er uh got that, but why didn't you ask for a ride?" I laughed "tch, like you'd wanna be seen in a car with me!" He gave me a sad look. He knew I was right it would destroy his popularity- "I would've drove you if I knew youda been eh, walkin in the rain!!" That surprised me. "Well- thank you.." I felt my face heat a bit. Wait why am I blushing??

"Well we're er uh here!" He parked his car and we ran in to protect ourselfs from the rain. He laughed "damn you really are eh soaked!" "Shut up!!" I elbowed him laughing a bit too. This was so weird. "Foster dads! I have a guy over and we'll be er uh working up in my room!" Jfk yelled to the living room. "Alright baby, use protection!" They called back giggling. I blushed "DADSSS!!" Jfk angrily yelled pulling me up the stairs with him. Was he blushing too or was I imagining things?

"I'm eh, sorry bout them!" He scratched the back of his neck. I giggled "it's ok!"
"A-anyway, you brought your art stuff? We can er uh get started."
I had forgot about the project for a second, I had to remember that's why he really invited me here. "Yeah..."
I pulled the canvas and paint out of my bag and started explaining the project to him. Surprisingly he didn't make me do all the work and he actually wanted to help! So I taught him the basics of painting and he... well he tried his best.

"Aargh! My back is er uh killing meee! Let's take a break! Er move around!"  I laughed at him, I was used to the back pain of sitting like I shrimp "alright" I stood up and watched him go over to a speaker in his room to play some music. He started dancing like an idiot and I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! Cmon you gotta er uh dance too!" He grabs my hands and swings them back and forth as I keep laughing. This is probably the most fun I've had with anyone and it was .. with Kennedy.

We danced for a bit then he took my hand and tried to spin me but our legs intertwined and we tripped onto his bed. I let out a squeak, then I noticed I had landed on top of him. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open as he layed under me. Why am I staring? I should move I should move. I sit up and notice I'm now just sitting on his lap! Shitshit- I feel my face get hot "I-I'm sorry- I'll just-" I began to crawl off him when his hands kept me in place by grabbing my hips.

I stared at him shocked, he lifted himself up onto his elbows and he reached out to grab my chin and slowly move it closer. But my body moved on it own, I didn't resist. His face was so close...he looked from my lips up to my eyes and all I could do was stare. He closed the space and kissed me softly, his lips were so warm, I felt warm and safe like I had no worries, like my brain was only filled with him. His big hands on my hip and my cheek felt so nice. Then I snapped back to reality. "What?! Y-you're- you- just kissed... ME?!" JFK KISSED M E? How is this happening??

"Hehe yeah, I er did." He just smirked leaning back on his shoulders. My brain was racing and my body was on fire. I couldn't form any words at all. He sat up, me still on his lap and kissed me again, harder. I panicked but then melted into it, fuck he was a good kisser. His hands found his way to my hips and without me noticing his hands creeped under my shirt and softly held my waist and sides. But I finally noticed when his hands went higher

"J-JFK!!" I knew my face was beaming red.  "Yes doll?" He gave me that stupid smirk again and his hands slowly travelled my chest. "!!!!" I squeaked and covered my face with my hands, a complete mess under his touch. "Heh you're so er cute vinnie!~" I gripped his shirt with my hands "S-shut up! We were supposed to be doing art homework! How did we end up like this?!!!" Not like I was complaining- "er uh, I donknow but I'm cool with it!" He winked. I didn't want it to stop, I smashed my lips back into his pushing us both down on the bed. "Woah there vin! You er uh want me that bad?~"

"J-just shut up and kiss me asshole!!"

This is kinda shit buttt I wanted to write kinda spicy jfgogh? Aaa