A loud sigh interrupted their resting in the kitchen, Ben always got tired.
"Man, I'm beat I'm going to bed. G'Night". Ben got up walked out of the kitchen, it wasn't before I heard his bedroom door shut.
A hand reached over and grabbed my only bag of skittles, Kevin took my skittles and was proceeding to open them.
"Hey! Those are mine!" I tried to yank them out of his hand, the bag ripped open spilling skittles all over the table.
"Ah. Oh no" I started to pick them up, I was reaching to grab a red one and his hand came into view. I halted I tried to pick it up without touching his hand, I could feel my face getting hot. I put my hand on the skittle and a heavy hand was on top of mine, I glanced up through my hair, to ashamed to let him see his face.
He lifted up my face and kissed me, leaning across the table. He tasted like skittles, he ate the ones that fell not picking them up. He pulled away, I was looking at him but, I wasn't red in the face anymore. He stood up quickly getting ready to leave I stopped him.
"What exactly was that?" I questioned quietly.
"What you think it was" he retorted childishly. I felt some kind of happiness but of the wrong kind. I wanted him to love me as who I was not because he just wanted to kiss me because I seemed like some vulnerable person.
"I meant it to" as if reading my mind he said that which stopped and I let him go, he left.
"So did I" I whispered out loud, I then ate the last skittle on the table.