19 parts Complete Before I could stop myself, I ruined the perfect moment: I laughed.
Kellin pulled away from me and stuck his bottom lip out, pouting.
"What's so funny? Do you not like the way I taste?"
"No, you taste fine, but... is this going to become a routine for us?"
"Is what going to become a routine?"
"Kissing in cars."
Kellin wrinkled his nose at me and said matter-of-factly,
"Actually, I'd prefer the term 'making out.'"
***Warning: self harm, suicide mention, none of which are romanticized. ❤️
***This story is old and cringy has no real plot line, just saying