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"I'M TELLING YOU, YOU'RE FUCKING LIVING THE Y/n LIFE"
*Laughter "Oh shut up, i do however feel like I'm in a dream...it's all just so... unreal..."
"I'm telling you he's a keeper, don't EVER let him go"
"Don't worry, I would never, Romeo is my-
*Ding dong bing bong
"Shit, we have math right?"
"Yeah, unfortunately"
"Sucks, well, good luck surviving Miss Caranfil"
"Don't remind me..."
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Akira, a 14yr old chaotic little mf started consuming my brain with her lovey dovey stories that are happening between her and this shining knight, "Romeo".
I don't know much about that boy but just from what she has been telling me over these weeks has made even me get that fuzzy feeling in my brain, I just can't believe a teenage relationship could be so cute.
We sit together in the Geography classroom desks (witch are, in fact the ugliest desks ever)
Well, instead of actually listening to the lesson you can guess what happens ahaha...
Just yesterday she began storytelling her new chapter in their relationship...
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My mom for sure wouldn't just allow me to go to a hangover at someone's place if I didn't prove myself worthy of some fun. Therefore I had to try my hardest to get at least 3 tens in subjects, I worked my ass off but it definitely payed off;
As the much awaited Saturday came, so did the crazyness begin. I got flat out wasted, along with my 2 best friends and of course...Romeo. We drank to our hearts desire, smoked and simply had a great time.
But, Akira is...Akira so obviously I would do something dumb. And I DID do something dumb which I would be embarrassed about the next morning, but at the moment that extatic feeling was the only priority to me.
Akwardly, unexpectedly I grabbed Romeo's chin with my clumsy hands and kissed....him.....
I don't even remember much of what happened, his reaction...I wish I could remember that, I can't live with the fact that I would never see his face after our first....k-kiss...
That wasn't the first time we showed romantic affection towards eachother, i vividly remember, on OF COURSE, another drunk occasion, me sitting on his chest. His breath shifting towards the slower pace, his heart beating again, and again..
It was calming, if I wasn't a wasted mess I would just enjoy the moment but I 'had' to do something stupid.
I...bit him. On his neck. I wasn't going for a hickey but that's what it seemed like I guess. Even to this day I get a red flushed face thinking about it...i don't know if I ever confronted him about it tho...