Butt hurt jerk's house was nice; it was small but very nice. It had a nice little clean, cut grass with a porch with a creaky white rocking chair.

No cars sat in his driveway, of course, but when he slowly walked up the steps halfway looking at me and halfway not I got this overwhelming feeling. Feeling of what? Maybe a mixture of happiness, pain, and adoration. Happiness towards him and me; us and just simply him. Pain towards him because he is just too amazing for me and I probably don't deserve him, but I have him right here, right now. Pain towards him because I've realized how much I favor or fancy him. Adoration because I simply adore him in all the simplest things to the complex things.

I wouldn't be able to pick just one certain thing of why I favor or fancy him. It will be all of him and the simplest things to compthere, His smile, his voice, his laugh, his teasing, his affection, his everything.

"You coming?" He breaks me away from my thoughts- holding open the door for me to walk in before him.

Sweet jerk.

I nod, slowly and walk towards the door and walk in. The first thing I see is his living room- a couch that was cream colored with pure white walls, a glass table in front of the couch with a flat screen TV.

"Whoa..."

"Sorry," he murmurs. "My dad kind of likes to make sure the house looks nice; for guests even though we barely get any."

"No need to apologize, it's quite beautiful and well laid out." I walk towards the kitchen.

The kitchen has an old, yet modern look to it. He drags me down the hall, showing me the bathroom, his dad's room, his brothers room even though he doesn't live in there, and lastly, his room.

His room was medium sized with a nice, queen sized bed with a nice dresser not far away. His walls are a light blue, almost white with no posters. His desk had a lot of papers stacked on it, of what I couldn't tell you.

His closet must hold all his clothes because there isn't a dresser. A little lamp light the room, but it's dim. His curtains block out all the cold, sunlight wanting to shine before it gets cloudy and cold.

"It's so. .  ." I trailed off, unsure what word to use. It was very nice, it felt same am homey.

"So?" He inquired, staring at me. His hair seemed to be windblown- which looked cute- and his cheeks seemed to have more pink color than usual.

"It- I love your room," I glaced around it briefly again. I walk a little further, wanting to sit down, but not knowing where to sit.

"Uh, you can sit down." He spoke, walking into his room a little more.

"Um, okay." I responded. I sat down at his desk in the little chair that was there.

"So want something to drink?" He asked, rocking back on his heels.

"Yeah sure." I answered and he left the room to fetch us the drinks.

He came back shortly with two sodas in his hands, smiling softly.

I hold my hand out to take the drink only to find him not handing it to me. I reach for it, but he moves his hand away. "You have to say please." His smile spread throughout his face.

"Um, why?" I questioned him.

"Because I said so." He smirked a little bit.

My eyes rolled before I could reply. "Ugh, fine. Just be lucky I'm thirsty." I added. "Please."

He leaned forward a little bit. "Please what?"

"You sure are pushing it," u grumbled.

He licked his lips. "I can only push if you let me, cupcake."

"Listen here, butt hurt jerk," I stood from my chair to poke his chest with my index finger. "You can't push me around."

He grinned. "I'm not," he shrugged.

I poked him again. "Then give me my drink."

He pretended to ponder over the thought. "I doubt it."

"Ugh, butt hurt jerk." I whined a little.

"Just take it then." He playfully said.

Soon enough I was jumping towards his hand, trying to reach that stupid soda. I crossed my arms, stopping and huffed. "I'll just go get another one."

"No you can't." He told me. "That's the last ones."

"How do I know you aren't lying." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Because I don't joke about my sodas." His said with a straight face.

"Will you give the soda to me if I give you something in return?" I squeak out.

"What's that?" He watches my cheeks redden. Before I can say anymore, I moved closer to him and gave him a long, nice hug.

I pulled away, ever so slightly and kissed him. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was a demanding one that made him stumble back. We both fell down, I thought we landed on the floor but it was on his bed. I straddled him, his hands on the sides of my legs.

The drink had fallen on the ground, probably going to be flat now. His breath was fast, and so was mine. My hands we on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall to breath.

Our lips, once again, danced and molded together. His teeth catching my lower lip, earning a gasp from me.

But this time, our lips danced and so did ourselves.

And it was simple and complex.

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"Hey cupcake." A voice behind me says the next day