Disclaimer: I'm not Lemony Snicket
Disclaimer: I'm not Lemony Snicket. Obviously. Because if I were I would totally be writing fanfiction of my own work.
"Why do you read that thing?" Olaf asked, referring again to Kit's bible.
"It's go some good stories," she shrugged.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like Abraham, who sacrificed his son to god,"
"That's your idea of a good story?"
Kit shrugged again, "It's really just fic-" but she never got a chance to finish because he kissed her then, full and deep, awkward and spontaneous.
"I like you, Kit," he said.
"You'd better," and this time she kissed him. Fuller, deeper. Not quite so spontaneous.