*Mercutio POV*

Y/N grins.

"Honey, we barely know each other." they inform me, eyes glimmering with mirth.

I laugh, and run a hand through my hair. My hands feel hot, and my head definitely isn't clear. It's similar to being drunk, but not quite the same.

Everything feels so alive. Especially me. It's an amazing feeling, and a nice change of pace from my usual self-deprecatory mood.

"I have a way we can get to know each other," I say, attempting a sexy smile.

As it goes, I am extremely bad at flirting. However, I'm almost always quick with a joke, and some people can't tell the difference.

Y/N could though. And they flirted right back.

This definitely was a change of pace for me. Usually, anyone I'd flirt with would run away screaming. Maybe not quite so dramatic, but you get the gist.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" They ask, fluttering their eyelashes and biting their lip.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe something like this," I say, stepping closer to them.

The nearest streetlamp is a fair bit off, and the sun has already started to set. It's dim, but not dark enough to dampen Y/N's glow. Looking at them is like looking at a star. It's almost too much, but at the same time it's difficult to stop.

Their face is the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

Surprisingly, they're the one to lean in.

The kiss is gentle, and extremely quick. It's over nearly as fast as it begins.

Apparently it was enough time for someone to set off firecrackers within my nervous system, though, because I feel like I'm going to explode.

Y/N smiles, and tilts their head.

"I'm not sure, I don't feel like I know you much better. Let's try that again,"

Y/N grabs my shoulders, and pulls me towards themself. Before I have a chance to close my eyes, we're kissing.

This time it's different. I haven't kissed many people, but this one feels alive.

Y/N pulls back, and I open my eyes. I feel glad for the dark once again, because I'm sure my face is on fire. Sure, people know me as the suave guy, but truth is I've never done anything too extreme.

The awkward split second pecks from my "girlfriend" on the bleachers at the homecoming football games each year of middle school excluded, of course.

Those barely count anyways.

Besides, I can hardly believe anyone could like me even a little bit, so I usually end up pushing people away.

Fuck being the funny, self-deprecating guy.

Y/N leans towards me, swinging around the pole of the street light.

"That was pretty good, and I feel like I know you better. Although, I still barely know anything about you, besides that you kiss well," they say, smiling a little.

I slide to the ground, jeans scratching across the pebbles on the curb. I'm about to gesture to Y/N and ask them to sit, when they thunk down beside me.

My partner is so graceful.

My partner...

Well shit. Now I have to ask Y/N what we are.

But I don't wanna, I complain to myself. I'm nice that way.

Suck it up weenie.

I might have a problem.

There's no time like the present to initiate some awkward conversations.

Here we go...

"Hey, uh, Y/N? What, uh, those-what did those, the kisses... what did they mean? Like, I know they probably weren't a big deal to you, but I just don't do a lot of kissing. So, if you, could you, uh, t-tell me what they-"

Y/N cuts me off, and I'm glad.

"They didn't mean anything. Yet."

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A/N: Hey, sorry this chapter took a bit longer. I had some writer's block and I was without WiFi for 4 days.

I'll post again soon.

Love ya humans.