peaches | fillie

"What kind of chapstick do you use?" Finn questioned, placing his chin against the top of her head.
"Peach,"
He licked his lips for the hundredth time that night, trying to imagine the feeling of hers against them.
"Oh, well, it tastes nice,"
♡
in which an angry boy is unhappy, and an unusually happy girl wishes to feel loved.
•THE BEGINNING WAS WRITTEN A WHILE AGO AND IS DONE VERY POORLY! I PROMISE THAT THE STORY IMPROVES! I WILL BE EDITING IN THE FUTURE•
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