"Happiness is something everyone should desire."

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"Hey guys! I missed you so much." I engulfed everyone into a tight group hug.

Lance was holding the door open, giving me a side smirk.

My phone started ringing earlier when Lance was *ahem* kissing me, he convinced me for a minute that it wasn't important.

The next thing you know is we hear Kareem screaming frantically outside. Maybe something along the lines of, 'are you guys okay?! Where are you guys! Did you guys die, answer us."

They were calling me to tell me that they were here and I shot Lance another mean look, but looked away quickly.

Jane hugged me again and she sniffed the air, "It smells amazing. What did you make?"

Just as I was about to answer, someone's big mouth opened.

"Oh it's delicious just wait till you try it. So good it'd make you want to do nice things to her." Lance's lips curved into a devilish smirk.

My cheeks started to feel hot as I started to cough nervously,"P-please I wouldn't exaggerate that much. But come on guys it's going to get cold!"

I shot Lance a dirty look because why! Why did he have to go and kiss me. I was completely "fine" being in a dry spell.

Everyone got their plate filled and took their first bite.

They moaned in delight, " My god Makayla! Why aren't you married yet because every time you make us food it feels like it's food from the gods." Grant says in between bites.

Scrunching my nose in disgust, why do they all eat like this?

Jane nods her head, "I am completely blessed to eat this food."

"You guys are such over exaggerators, but I completely appreciate you guys!" I blow them all a dramatic kiss.

I walked to the couches and turned on Netflix. Big Mouth was on right now, honestly this show is creepy, weird and funny. It's actually very insightful to those who don't really understand the whole maturing and puberty aspect.

"I love this show!" A certain someone says as he sits a little too close to me.

I raised my eyebrow at him and scoffed, "Are you sure you're not a stalker? Because how can we like so much of the same things?"

He places a hand on my thigh and it feels like it's burning me, in a good way. The heat from his hand was making my heart race.

Biting my lip nervously, my eyes traveling up and down his body. What is he doing? Our friends are literally sitting behind us eating, who by the way are moaning after every bite.

I take his hand off me but after every time he would put it slightly higher and higher. He must've loved the reaction I'm giving him because he's smirking.

I squint my eyes at him, whispering my thoughts. "What are you doing! They're right there!"

He laughs and squeezes my thigh," I'm not going to do anything don't worry! Stop being so scared."

He squeezes my thigh again. Okay honestly why am I so comfortable with him touching me like this when I know him but I don't.

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Everyone had finished eating and washed their dishes; we were now sitting in the floor of my room talking about how our day went. We put on some  comedy movies and laughed throughout the whole thing. The occasional squeeze on the thigh would happen when no one was looking.

I would blush every time as Lance would chuckle but no one suspected anything, because we were all laughing.

It was nearly almost 6 o'clock and everyone had to go work or go home and cry over essays. To be exact, it was 5:20 PM so I had 50 minutes to mess around and be lazy at home before class. Everyone went their separate ways and I said bye to everyone, giving hugs.

Lance gave me the last hug and whispered in my ear huskily, "See you soon baby girl."

I rolled my eyes whilst shaking the goosebumps off and shoved him out quickly. A goofy grin appeared on my lips as I rolled my eyes. I went upstairs to wash my face and take off the clothes I was wearing previously, and threw on a big comfy t-shirt.

I was laying down as my phone started to ring loudly right next to my ear scaring the living shit out of me.

"Hello?" I said into the phone with my eyes closed.

"Open the door." His rich warm voice filled my ears, it soothed my nerves as I let a small smile slip out.

I walked downstairs quickly; low and behold it was Lance.

"What the hell? I thought you went home." I pushed his chest lightly as he let himself inside.

Walking upstairs all I could hear him gulping and clearing his throat. I was about to turn around to ask what was wrong, then I realized. My face flushed red with embarrassment as I run up and close my door and wrap myself under the covers.

I was completely in just a baggy t-shirt! I start to curse myself out and I see him come through my door. He starts to laugh loudly and takes his sweater off. Leaving him in a button up; I eye him up and down curiously.

"You dress.. nice." I let out in a low breath, shaking my nerves off.

"I was hoping you'd notice. I put extra effort for you today." He patted himself on the shoulder as I rolled my eyes, letting out a small giggle.

"So what, you usually just wear rags or something?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes, "No I just thought I'd dress nicer since it was my first time coming over."

I don't know how he is already sitting at the edge of my bed.

I didn't notice at all, he's sneaky.

He sighed looking down at his hands, "You do know you're really beautiful right? Like I don't think you catch on when I flirt with you since you always think I'm joking."

He looks up to me, seriousness in his tone and his deep eyes. I'm genuinely confused as to why he is here with me right now.

"Look, I always thought you were joking and what not because you seem like an asshole." I shrugged and fiddled with my fingers and the blanket.

He took off his pants and I was gonna ask him what he was doing, the horror must've shown on my face.

"I don't like outside clothes in my bed so I figured you wouldn't either." His lips twitched upwards into a goofy smile.

My face lit up as I thought to myself, no one really understood that concept but me, or so I thought.

"But who said you could come into my bed?" I crossed my arms, biting my lip to hide the smile that was forming.

Completely ignoring me, he pulled the blanket aside. His hand goes to my thigh instantly and he rubs it soothingly.

He gives me a kiss, not like the other ones who were hot, full of lust and playfulness. This kiss was more sincere, it was a kiss of passion.

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