to date a loser ↬ preferences

four ; the first kiss

finn ;
↳ "finnie can you please teach me guitar?"
↳"of course."
↳he tries to help you with the basics of it but you're just lost for most of it
↳his eyes trail from the strings to your lips and couldn't help but close the space between you
↳a soft and simple kiss
↳him cupping your cheek

jack ;
    ↳he brought you and the rest of the cast lazer tagging
     ↳ you and he had been on each others tail the entire time, close in scores and running into each other constantly
     ↳you spot him, grinning and holding up his hands in a surrender type of thing
     ↳you cock an eyebrow but follow him to where he asked you to go
     ↳he pulls your body against his, connecting your lips suddenly
     ↳ it took you by surprise but you melted into it once you realized what was going on
     ↳cradling your neck and holding your waist
     ↳teasing you with his tongue before pulling away
     ↳ "i've been wanting to do that for so long," he says.  "oh yeah, and this too," he said before shooting you and walking away

jaeden ;
↳ the first date had gone phenomenal and you guys really really liked each other.
↳ jaeden had brought you over to the classic park
↳  you noticed that he was eyeing the upcoming turn that would lead towards the iconic bench that you had grown to love.
↳  "y/n?" jaeden broke the silence  he was also fidgeting with his fingers.
↳  "yeah, jae?"
↳  "i've told you this- i really like you. and i love hanging out with you and spending time with you, so- i..." his face softened and he looked up into your (your eye color here) eyes.
↳  your heart fluttered and little did you know, his was about to win a marathon.
↳  you held eye contact for a full 15 seconds in utter silence, admiring one another's simple existence and presence.
↳  "can i kiss you?" you tried your hardest not to explode into your happy dance as you nodded.
↳ he came closer until you were half a centimeter away
↳ he closed the small space between you two
↳ pressing his soft lips onto yours
↳ when you pull away his cheeks are bright pink

wyatt ;
↳you were encouraging him while he was trying to beat the game he'd been struggling with for a long while
↳he finally beat it after dying many times
↳he throw his hands up in celebration, turned to you and without thinking, smashing his lips onto yours
↳he pulled away, realizing that was your first kiss
↳but seeing your smile, he leaned in again to add a bit of a sweeter kiss to your first one

chosen ;
↳ "oh yeah. what's that? a strike. what's that? a sTRIKE!" chosen cheered as he moon walked away from you guys' game.
↳  you were finally both tied, after being slightly in front of him throughout the entire game.
↳  "your go" he smirked gesturing towards the long alley. you picked up your blue 15 pound ball and focused on your arm before tossing it forwards, then spinning around before you could see what happened
↳  you watched as chosen's face grew into a smile. and knew that you too, had gotten a strike.
↳  "all ten" he grinned, holding both his hands out for a high five.
↳  you slapped your hands against his, then held them there, both smiling.
↳  you leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting beside him.
↳  "okay, if i get this, you have to let me buy you dinner the next time we go out. okay?" you rolled your eyes before agreeing.
↳  of course, he got another strike. "well. dinner at the fanciest restarting in all of la tomorrow?"
↳  "fine, but i'm tipping" you insisted.
↳  you sat at a nearby table, eating french fries and talking about various topics, when chosen looked down at his hands. he then pulled your into his and played with your fingers.
↳  "chosie, what're you doing?" you called him by his least favorite nickname.
↳  "admiring you" he casually said. by now, the two of you were smiling wildly. without saying anything else, chosen leaned across the table as you did the same until your lips met

jeremy ;
↳ later, the same night that you opened the card, you and jeremy had been randomly arguing about whether or not van gogh was insane.
↳ "he chopped his own ear off, jer!" you argue, beginning to laugh your laugh that jeremy was obsessed with
↳ "for art! he did it for the art!" he holds his hand out like he's holding a skull in shakespeare's hamlet
↳ the two of you stayed in silence for a moment, both being far too petty to apologize
↳ you glanced at jeremy, and saw him looking down at your lips
↳a small smirk appeared on your face as you leaned into him
↳him immediately melting into the kiss after craving it for the entire argument

sophia ;
↳ "what's your perfect first kiss?" you asked her while she was playing with your fingers
↳ "i-i dunno, why?" she answered nervously
↳ "i want to make it perfect for you."
↳she leans forward, cradles your neck and connects your lips
↳a small kiss
↳ "if i get to kiss you, it's perfect," she whispers after pulling away and resting her forehead on yours
↳you broke out in a smile and clasped your hand with hers