Quick cliché, sappy, DirkJake oneshot to get me in the writing mood. It might be pretty shitty, gomen. (Jake's Point Of View)
So, this was it, then. You were about to have your first kiss. It was not exactly how you'd expect it to be. You expected an adventure, almost getting lost, and then kissing as soon as you found your way back, and with, well, a girl. But this was nicer, you guessed. Maybe this wasn't the way he pictured it, either. Maybe it was. Who knows, really?
Sitting on the bed in his room, he made sure the door was shut. The light creeping from the shutters hit his face perfectly. It flooded behind those absurd shades of his, and you could see his strange eyes through them. You reached to take his shades off. He was hesitant about it, a quick "Wait-" escaping his lips. But then he stopped himself, and nodded. You took them off, and looked him in the eyes for the first time. They were interesting to say the least. You started to panic a bit, your face turning bright read as soon as you thought of the situation. Was it too late to back out now? The butterflies in your stomach started up, and you felt dizzy. Maybe you could just pull away and start playing video games. But you can't just erase the fact you can feel his breath, he can probably see you blushing, and he had just confessed to you. So, you lean in.
Well, here goes everything.
Your lips met, and your heart was pounding. What do you do now? What—
Oh, that's nice.
After a while, you both pulled away, and you couldn't help but grin widely.
"I love you." You muttered.
"I love you, too." He replied.
(And then they frickle-frackled. ;) )