Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind
Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her
Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light
When she walked in, he throws up, believe its the fright
Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days
It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
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I watched the vapory grey smoke tumble from those wonderfully sinful lips, causing a soft blush to overtake my normally white face. His goggles hung around his neck, and after a momentary pause, dark green eyes slid over to meet my own gaze.
"Yeah, Near?" Matt asked lowly, not acting the least bit surprised at having been caught smoking inside.
I felt my face heat up slightly at the look I had received from the gamer, but I covered my embarrassment by returning his stare. I fiddled with a bit of my curly hair; "Where's Mello? Roger asked me to get him."
Matt shrugged, stubbing out his burning cigarette on the abused window sill. "I dunno; he up and left an hour ago..."
"Did he say where he was going?"
"Nope."
I watched as Matt lazily swung a leg off the messed sheets of the bed where it was met with the other leg. I stayed rooted to my spot, a warm blush becoming even more evident on my face as the gamer walked closer to me.
I dropped the stare that I had been holding, and decided to look anywhere but Matt's dangerous, dark green gaze. I felt very vulnerable under that intense look, trapped by twin pools of emerald; when first coming into this room, I knew that I was in danger, whether it be from Mello's petty rage, or Matt's barely covered lusty stares.
I was in a den of sex and scandal, the lions' den if you will, and I was most likely allowing myself to become prey to a very hungry lion. But...I didn't care.
Yes, I knew that Matt watched me whenever he thought I wasn't going to notice; I would feel his plastic covered gaze rake hotly down my body until I felt that I was going to burst into flames.
Gloveless hands slid over my gently sloped shoulders; I felt strong, smooth fingertips begin to caress the sids of my throat, and they slid under the collar of my loose button-up. "Near..." Matt breathed, as if in awe that this was actually happening. "Look at me."
I dragged my eyes from the window with its shades drawn and cracked open halfway, allowing the sun to slice through the semi-dark room like knives. I turned my face up to his own, blushing at his too-close proximity.
A small smirk worked its way onto Matt's lips; he could feel my body trembling slightly from his touch. I swallowed the thick spit that had decided to become sticky in my mouth; I lowered my eyes to his shirt collar. "W-what are you doing?" Matt snickered softly at my nervous stutter, and moved closer (Is that even possible? my brain asked).
His lips moved against my ear, causing a soft, shaky moan to bubble from my mouth. "I thought someone as intelligent as you would be able to figure that out." A hand moved from my shoulder to ghost down over my back, only to stop at the waist-band of my pajama pants.
I felt Matt grin, and a finger hooked under the white, cotton fabric and slid under the light-weight material. I gasped at the contact; Matt snickered again at my reaction, sliding his fingers over the flesh of my bum. "M-Matt!?" I was shocked at how forward he was being; I felt my knees beginning to grow weak, and then an arm wrapped around my slender waist.
"Near," Matt murmured into my ear, "Let me do this just once, 'kay?" He pulled back, looking me directly in the eyes; I gulped, but nodded slowly.
Our sex was hurried (in case Mello decided to return early from where ever he was). The bed was messy, and from my position, I could see past evidence of sexual happenings. Knowing that Matt had most likely slept with Mello didn't make me angry because there was nothing to be angry about.
When our tongues battled for some kind of dominance (although Matt had the upper hand) I could taste nicotine on his breath, and it was highly addictive.
Matt told me that he loved me; he said this when he was nearing his orgasm, and I felt like crying because I knew that I didn't feel the same.
After the hurried copulation, we laid on the bed, basking in the after-glow of post-orgasmic bliss. Matt lazily played with my hair, not bothering to pull out. "I have to leave." I said, staring at the high vaulted ceiling.
I felt him nod, and the slick sound of him pulling out made me cringe slightly.
I stepped outside of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. My fingers adjusted my shirt before I heard a gruff voice ask, "Why the hell are you here?"
I turned and stared blankly as Mello chewed aggressively on his chocolate bar. "I was talking to Matt." I said dully.
Mello opened his mouth to retort, but his nose scrunched up and instead he said: "Jesus! You smell like sex!"
I felt a tiny smirk appear on my lips, and I stepped around Mello; I began to walk down the hall but I paused and looked over my shoulder. "Matt and I did it on your bed; he told me he loved me." I waited until the impact hit, watching as Mello's mouth dropped open. "Roger also wanted to speak to you, Mello."
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I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare
They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do
Cause theres always repercussions when you're dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her...
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