A/N: I haven't watched SU in time; sorry for possible innacurate characterization. Steven and Connie are so important, and it's nice to see friendship and love (okay, crushes...) complementing each other. I don't own SU.
First kisses are always messy, Connie was told. This is no exception.
Bumping noses, scraping teeth, burnt cheeks, eyes open wide, hands left hanging.
She wonders what possessed her to do this; maybe it was the weather (sunny, glimmering grass, rosy sky), maybe it was the mood (inviting, lighthearted, soothing), she is over-thinking it, but books and kissing don't go together, aftermaths are not preplanned.
"I'm sorry..." Steven apologizes, and she's not sure why. He doesn't dare to cross her eyes, suddenly a bad feeling fills the pit of her stomach.
Past is in the past, this is the present, and it's awkward, and future changes along with this, they kissed, and if it wasn't because of mom's habit of watching Indian soap operas everyday at 8 P.M she wouldn't have known that is not what best friends do.
Her mulling is promptly cut once warm fingertips lace between hers, she looks up and Steven is smiling, Connie offers a shy smile in return.
First kisses are always messy and regrettable, Connie was told. It's messy, that's no exception, but she chooses to not regret it.
She doesn't regret it at all; this is her best friend, a person that is not transient in her life, she plans to keep him in her thoughts everyday, this is how, and she knows awkwardness will pass, just one of their many phases.
So she keeps the alluring sky, the prude jokes, and chapped lips; she'd be damned if she doesn't.
"Wanna' watch Dogcopter 4?" Steven offers, untamed blush lingering on his face, hand scratching the back of his neck.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Connie replies, hands still united.