Stealing Kisses/Making Wishes -Robbie Tags Estelle
Jun 28, 2011 15:41:44 GMT -5
Post by Estelle Flores on Jun 28, 2011 15:41:44 GMT -5
Estelle snorted, “I can’t eat your brains, Robbie-Ray, because you don’t have any. You have like…rocks. Or turnips, or something.” She shook her head and grinned as he laughed at her demon zombie eligibility. “You’re so mean. Crushing my dreams.”
“Dude, heck yes! I want one of those bandana things. And hair beads!” She laughed loudly at his girly squealings. “I wonder if there’s a place around here that can sell hook hands…” She mused quietly.
“Robbie, it’s no big thing, you dumb—” Estelle didn’t have time to finish her sentence as she was abruptly cut off by Robbie’s lips. She froze, her eyes growing wide.
Well, this was new.
She hadn’t been lying: she really had never been kissed before. So her brain began mentally cataloguing all the details she’d gleaned from furtively read romantic stories (and yes: most of those were fanfictions on the internet, don’t judge), with what she was experiencing now. There was no butterflies, no fireworks, no rage, no…anything. Except for surprise and the ever-growing feeling that… that…
This was the most ridiculous thing in the universe.
Estelle and Robbie pulled away at the same time, and she looked at her best friend for a little bit before throwing her head back and laughing hysterically.
“… You… ahahaha…” Estelle flopped out of her chair gracelessly to lie face up on the floor, her face red from laughing. “Robbie…” She gasped once she managed to regain her breath:
“Dude, do you ever brush your teeth?”
She couldn’t stop giggling. “Agh, I’m sorry RobRob. That was mean.” She straightened up with a grin, “But let’s never do that again. That was probably the worst kiss in the universe.” Not that she had anything to compare it by, “But really. No more kissing. You’re like…my bro. Bros don’t kiss, Robert.” She gave him a mock-serious look.
“Dude, heck yes! I want one of those bandana things. And hair beads!” She laughed loudly at his girly squealings. “I wonder if there’s a place around here that can sell hook hands…” She mused quietly.
“Robbie, it’s no big thing, you dumb—” Estelle didn’t have time to finish her sentence as she was abruptly cut off by Robbie’s lips. She froze, her eyes growing wide.
Well, this was new.
She hadn’t been lying: she really had never been kissed before. So her brain began mentally cataloguing all the details she’d gleaned from furtively read romantic stories (and yes: most of those were fanfictions on the internet, don’t judge), with what she was experiencing now. There was no butterflies, no fireworks, no rage, no…anything. Except for surprise and the ever-growing feeling that… that…
This was the most ridiculous thing in the universe.
Estelle and Robbie pulled away at the same time, and she looked at her best friend for a little bit before throwing her head back and laughing hysterically.
“… You… ahahaha…” Estelle flopped out of her chair gracelessly to lie face up on the floor, her face red from laughing. “Robbie…” She gasped once she managed to regain her breath:
“Dude, do you ever brush your teeth?”
She couldn’t stop giggling. “Agh, I’m sorry RobRob. That was mean.” She straightened up with a grin, “But let’s never do that again. That was probably the worst kiss in the universe.” Not that she had anything to compare it by, “But really. No more kissing. You’re like…my bro. Bros don’t kiss, Robert.” She gave him a mock-serious look.