""Do you have any girlfriend?" I asked him, only to get another question back by the obviously confused boy in his scrunched brows. His brows weren't too thick or this, it was neat. Was he a model? "Excuse me?" "Yes, a girlfriend," I repeated rushingly. Again, it sounded more like a question. "Uhh, no?" "Do you have a crush?" Feeling impatient, I continue anyway. Cold sweats started to form on my temples and I clenched my fist nervously. "No?" "Okay, good." I stared at his lips, naturally reddish-pink and moist. I wonder what's his lipcare routine. "What do you mean by go-," before he could finish his sentence, I put my hands on his shoulder and tiptoed, then pressed my lips against his. I surely succeeded in silencing him and the crowd, especially my ex-boyfriend of six years and his current bitch of a girlfriend. But wait, damn. I'm totally fucked up. It's Archer! ~~ E N J O Y ! ♡