A/N: My friend told me that I should make it clear that the boys are sophmores in high school becuase although I think I alluded to it in another chapter, she was seriously confused and disturbed :)
A Waverly Owl does not allow the opposite sex into his room, except during visiting hours.
Kyle was sitting at his desk, restlessly tapping his fingers against the keyboard of the computer when he heard a light knocking sound on the window, as if someone was throwing pebbles at it. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a flash of long, raven hair. He smiled to himself. Tinsley. She must have decided to surprise him. He walked over to the window and opened it. Tinsley stood there, her left hand on her tiny waist, a small, challenging smile on her ruby red lips.
"Well, aren't you going to help me in?"
Kyle held out his hand and she took it, sending tingles up the back of his spine. She climbed up the sill, falling to the floor in an undignified heap. She laughed throatily, Kyle loved her laugh, kind of deep but loud, like she wasn't afraid of letting everyone know how happy she was. Tinsley stood up and brushed dirt off the legs of her low rise True Religions.
"So, uh, what are you doing here, Tinsley?"
The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself for sounding like such a pussy. She smiled that challenging smile again, tossing back her long hair, as black as midnight.
"Visiting you, of course."
"But visiting hours were a long time ago."
He hated himself for sounding like such a fucking pussy, but something about Tinsley made his brain turn to mush. Tinsley laughed again and stood on her tiptoes; the feeling of her breath on his neck made him turn crimson and the hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. She kissed him softly on the neck, enjoying the way he seemed to shudder whenever she was this close to him. She moved away from his neck and placed her lips squarely on his.
As they kissed, Kyle found himself tugging at the bottom of her Juicy Couture T-shirt. He let his hand linger on her tanned, toned stomach before traveling north, toward her shell pink La Perla bra. Suddenly he heard the door open behind him. He pulled away slightly and turned, opening his mouth to tell Stan to fuck off, but before he could say anything, he heard an all too familiar voice shout out
"WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!"