meet me in the hallway
bite your lip when i say, "never have you left my mind."
stop and think it over, smiling, moving closer
oh, what a delicate time.
You know he's there before you turn around because his body radiates heat. He stands close and leans his hands against the frame of your locker as you look for some old world history homework. His body doesn't quite touch yours but you can imagine the away his t-shirt bunches up as he leans forward.
He presses a kiss behind your ear. His lips are chapped but his kiss is soft. He kisses your helix and lobe before breathing, slow and warm, into your ear.
"Gross!" you squeal, snapping the folder you were rifling through closed. You lean back into his chest and he wraps his arms around your torso.
"Hi," he says. His greeting is light and sweet.
"Hey." You have to lean your head against his shoulder to be able to see him properly. His shirt is a dark blue and you think it does wonders against his skin. His eyes are bright but the corners of his mouth threaten to pull up and into a teasing smirk. He moves his hand so that his palm squirms against your hip bone. "Did you study for the world test?"
He looks into your locker. "Nope," he says, popping the 'p'. You try to give him a sharp look but he smiles.
"Did you even try?"
"I did! I reread some of the notes but there's only so much one boy can retain."
You roll your eyes. "I feel like it doesn't even matter. You seem to do flawless whether you study or not. It's really not fair."
"'How to Succeed in Test Taking Without Really Trying', a book by Evan Goldman."
"Is it a musical too?"
"Oh, definitely."
You giggle and he pecks at your bottom lip. You're about to twine your hands in his hair and pull his face closer to yours when the bell rings. He kisses you quick before pulling away. "I guess only time will tell." You close your locker.
"How much do you wanna bet that Archie does better than both of us?"
"Uh, no way. that kid tried to keep me up last night to talk about the end of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Again." You pull your backpack over your shoulder and take his hand.
"But no one would fail a boy who's dying, Patrice," he jeers. Your jaw drops.
"Evan!"
"His words, not mine." His grin makes you think he's lying so you just shake your head as you turn the corner.
A/N: shameful fluff, really. i dare you to search for a plot. (there isn't one — but patrice and evan are sophomores in high school and they kiss, so you've gotta choose your battles, you feel?)
the lyrics are from the song 'Ivy and Gold' by Bombay Bicycle Club.
this was edited by the fantastic deerdryad, but if anything's still off, please send some feedback!