Mitchy's POV
"Umm..." I tried to find a way to escape the awkwardness. Jerome twiddled nervously, looking around my room. He stopped to look at something, a huge smile on his face.
"You play Minecraft?" I smiled along too. Jerome tossed me my stuffed Creeper, him getting out a Chicken from his backpack. I spotted something brown inside, and gestured to it. He blushed.
"That's nothing. Just... a little something." I raised my eyebrow, and being the little 7-year-old in me, i snatched it out. A fluffy brown bacca hat came out, and it took all willpower not to laugh. Jerome took it away from me, glaring. But the glare din't work, for his face was like a tomato.
"Hahaha! D-ude. Hahaha... HAHAHA!" I howled, barely breathing. He slapped me on the head, scolding me for looking through his stuff. My eyes teared up, and he was just getting angrier. Jerome snarled, and tackled me. I let go of the hat, and conveniently, it landed on his head.
We landed, me on bottom. In some reality, I realized Jerome was slightly shorter than me. Probably since he just keeps pushing me down on my knees before I can actually look at him. Besides, he looks cute with his little bacca hat...
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"I'm not cute." Jerome growled. I also just realized he had two little teeth that were grown into points. I know I just said he was cute out loud, but couldn't help myself. I pinched his cheeks.
Jerome growled again, showing his pointy teeth. "Oh, you just lost your chance, Mitchell." We wrestled on the ground. We rolled around for quite a while, until i eventually pinned him down.
"I WON!! GG!!!" I accidentally let go of Jerome's wrists, and fell forward. Our lips collided, and it didn't take long for both our faces to turn red. We stayed that way, lips still latched, on the floor, faces red.
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