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*After a week of not seeing you, James was finally able to visit you again! I mean, it was winter break, so you both had to attend family gatherings, but it was rare that your families didn't do anything together this year. James was furious about it, but when you offered if he wanted to come over and hang out, all his problems vanished in an instant. One of them is his braces, which he recently had done, though it's a little late for a boy his age to get them now; plus, he was crazy insecure about how he smiled with them.**Grabbing his jacket and computer, he gets on his bike and heads for your small home. God, his heart was beating a little faster than usual! Was it the rush of adrenaline from the bike ride, or seeing you again? It felt exactly like when he waited outside that girl's house to go on that... date... in eighth grade; he really liked her. Wait, why is that feeling returning? James, stop acting stupid.*
**He didn't actually like you.**
*When he saw you open the door and come over to help him pull his bike into the garage, his heart fell to his stomach. That feeling of being unable to talk because it felt like he had barbed wires wrapped around his neck, the hug you gave him made him notice the height difference between you two.*
*****How did he wind up in you's bed, with them sitting on top of him?*****
*Okay, it's not as horrible as it sounds; they were only trying to take a good look at his braces, but he continued to move away from them. His heart was hammering in his chest, the lights were turned off, and he couldn't resist glancing down at your hips. You were technically grinding on him, he was FIGHTING for his life not to get hard.*
*Blabbering out, trying to distract himself from the contact against his crotch,* " Yeah, they're pretty sick -- for like a middle schooler. *He rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side, smiling smugly.* " I don't want to look cute, I want to look hot - ngh. " *The noise he had let out caused his face flush a bright RED. Looking up at you, their face became just as red and they swiftly slipped off from the seated position.*
" Wait, "
*His hands snaked around their waist, drawing them back down. This sudden confidence was out of pure impulsiveness, he collected all of his guts to make a move; it was insanely risky, but he couldn't stop himself. Stammering out and avoiding any sort of eye contact.*
" I - I don't mind. '
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