w a r n i n g : c u r s i n g
h i g h s c h o o l a u
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Tony's POV
Ah Stephen Strange. Future doctor, one of the hottest guys in campus--scratch that the hottest guy in campus (if I weren't counted of course), and also one of the most "posh" people I know. Perfect teeth, icy blue eyes, awesome hair, that deep fucking voice. He's just perfect. Everyone has a crush on him. I mean everyone, it doesn't even matter if you're a girl or a guy; straight or not, the thing is he is hot.
I was a natural flirt, had a lot of flings, none of them were serious though. I was openly bisexual, which is surprisingly okay, but even though I am rich, hot, charming, intelligent, + everything you could ask for, Stephen... well.. he doesn't really give a fuck about me. What the fuck, am I right?
But something did happen, and holy shit, it was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I got beaten up by a bully. I know, I know, it seems weird to be grateful about being beaten up. The thing is, because I got beaten up, Stephen actually found me and patched me up, aahh yes. I really love doctors now, specifically Doctor Strange, he's technically not a doctor yet but hopefully he'll make it.
He cleaned my wounds and everything, and I had to hide the happiness I was feeling.
"Good thing I saw you. It's Tony, right?", he asked in his deep voice.
"No", I replied.
"Huh? I thought you were Sta-"
"I'm actually your future husband.", nailed it, can't believe I managed to flirt at that time.
"Anyway, good thing that I saw you, or else you're probably still be passed out in the corridors.", he replied, not even acknowledging my flirting.
"Yep, I definitely need you... forever.", I replied, still trying.
"Hmm.. you know what? I need to tell you something, Tones.", he said, serious all of a sudden.
"What is it?", I replied with anticipation, plus he fucking called me 'Tones'.
He inched closer to me, now I understand what they say, 'butterflies in your stomach' feeling. Fuck he smells good.
He slowly moved his lips close to my ear, almost touching, and with his deep voice he whispered, "I think you should rest for the day.", what a bitch.
"Oh", I can't believe that's the only thing I could say.
He laughed, I hate how much I love that laugh. I didn't know what I was doing, but I pulled his face close to mine, "That's not funny, Strange.", and I did it. I kissed Stephen Strange, and he kissed back. It was amazing, his lips were so soft, even softer than I imagined. It was a 'sweet' kiss, not too much but it is to be remembered. Slowly we pulled away and stared at each other's eyes.
He started laughing again. "What?", I asked, kind of annoyed.
"It isn't funny right? Why aren't you kissing me?", he answered, charmingly.
"Oh so that's how it is, huh?", I replied.
"Yes, that's how it is. Hmm you look so adorable right now", he answered, before adding, "kiss me again, will you?"
See? Amazing, right? I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you Brock Rumlow, thank you for beating me the fuck up, you should do it more often, heh.
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a/n : i wrote this over a year ago sorry if it's bad lol
