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The sound proof room proved effective in the prevention of annoyance of the neighbors, as he belted out to 'My First Kiss' by Kesha. He sang along too, but only softly, for he thinks his voice isn't all that much to talk about.
On the ground she sat, her back against the wall as she listened. Should she know what he thinks about his voice, she would say otherwise. It may not be the best, but she wanted no other voice to lull her to sleep. A smile played upon her lips, her feet tapping the ground along with the music.
As he finished, she clapped. As always.
"I hate that song, just so you know." she said. Her eyes flashed, the cheeky grin in place as she spoke.
Taking off his guitar, he laughed and headed down to sit next to her. His lips met juice, the refreshing liquid running down his slightly parched throat to relieve him, before he spoke, turning to her. "You clapped."
For lack of a better response, she stuck her tongue out at him as a flimsy excuse of a retort before turning her attention back to her propped up feet. Seconds later, she asked. "How was your first kiss like?"
"You honestly want to know?"
"Hmm."
"My first girlfriend, you know her. Back when I was fifteen."
Silence fell again, the material of it like a silken blanket falling softly over the both of them. Finally, he couldn't resist but ask. "Yours?"
She didn't reply. At least not immediately. Being together for a month didn't really give them much leeway to start delving in to each other's past relationships. Heck, he had only held her hand so far, just because he didn't know what she wanted. But to tell the truth, he honestly wanted to know.
"My first kiss?" she finally echoed, in a voice tinier then normal. His eyes fell on her, he nodded. And in turn, she too turned up to look at him. "Went a little..." In a short second, she had reached up to press her lips briefly on his, a probably the most chaste kiss he had even received from a girl that lasted a mere split second, before she pulled back.
"Like this."
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Was on the way home one day and 'My First Kiss' by Kesha came on the radio. I was always annoyed by that song, but I realized why that day. How could anyone ever desecrate a first kiss like that? Its supposed to be something sweet, something that might not come with silver bells or white doves, but most definitely comes with something that is wholly from the heart.
And I actually wrote this on my phone, my most awesome awesome new Raphael♥