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We aren't lovers. We just kiss.
We aren't lovers. We just cuddle
We aren't lovers. We just love each other in a completely platonic way.
I lean up on my tiptoes to capture the lips of my best friend. His hands are on my hips and mine are clutching the front of the shirt that he is wearing. The kiss is soft, innocent and tender; just like usual. It only lasts around 30 seconds before I step back, smiling. Our kisses never last any longer than a minute and tongues are never involved. We like it that way, Dan and I. We don't say a thing as I let go of his shirt, moving my hands up to his cheeks, tilting my head to the side to admire his perfections. His dimple is my favourite and as he grins down at me, I move my pinky to poke him, giggling childishly. Dan rolls his eyes at me, moving his hands around my waist and pulling me close against him, leaning up on his own tiptoes so he could rest his head on mine, holding me close. "I love you, Phil" He whispers.
"I love you too, Dan" I smile, leaving a chaste kiss against his neck. Dan moved his hands down to the hem of my tshirt, lightly running the fabric through his fingers. These are my favourite moments. The moments when we just stand so close together, touching briefly, the electricity that runs through me makes me happy, makes me excited. It's the love that I feel for the boy in question that makes me want to stand in his arms forever; to quit the world and just spend the whole of my life with the man I love.
We stand like this for what feels like forever but in fact it only turns out to be 5 minutes. Dan sighs, stepping away and taking his arms away from around me, placing them into the pockets of his jeans. I raise my eyes and nod, biting my lip to hide my disappointment. We have friends due over and they won't understand our relationship. We aren't dating, we're just friends. Friends who kiss; friends who sleep in the same bed; friends who say 'I love you' far too many times to each other in a day.
But that's us. That's how we like it, and things aren't going to change. You don't need to make love to be in love. I'm in love and it's totally platonic.
We aren't lovers. We just cuddle
We aren't lovers. We just love each other in a completely platonic way.
I lean up on my tiptoes to capture the lips of my best friend. His hands are on my hips and mine are clutching the front of the shirt that he is wearing. The kiss is soft, innocent and tender; just like usual. It only lasts around 30 seconds before I step back, smiling. Our kisses never last any longer than a minute and tongues are never involved. We like it that way, Dan and I. We don't say a thing as I let go of his shirt, moving my hands up to his cheeks, tilting my head to the side to admire his perfections. His dimple is my favourite and as he grins down at me, I move my pinky to poke him, giggling childishly. Dan rolls his eyes at me, moving his hands around my waist and pulling me close against him, leaning up on his own tiptoes so he could rest his head on mine, holding me close. "I love you, Phil" He whispers.
"I love you too, Dan" I smile, leaving a chaste kiss against his neck. Dan moved his hands down to the hem of my tshirt, lightly running the fabric through his fingers. These are my favourite moments. The moments when we just stand so close together, touching briefly, the electricity that runs through me makes me happy, makes me excited. It's the love that I feel for the boy in question that makes me want to stand in his arms forever; to quit the world and just spend the whole of my life with the man I love.
We stand like this for what feels like forever but in fact it only turns out to be 5 minutes. Dan sighs, stepping away and taking his arms away from around me, placing them into the pockets of his jeans. I raise my eyes and nod, biting my lip to hide my disappointment. We have friends due over and they won't understand our relationship. We aren't dating, we're just friends. Friends who kiss; friends who sleep in the same bed; friends who say 'I love you' far too many times to each other in a day.
But that's us. That's how we like it, and things aren't going to change. You don't need to make love to be in love. I'm in love and it's totally platonic.
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Clutching his stomach still, he gazed out the window, tapping his pencil against his open book, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson as the teacher droned on about something mathematical, complicated equations that they would never use again after leaving school. Instead, he contemplated what had had happened earlier that morning.
Why had he punched him? Did he not like Dan? But why? They had only just met, what could he have done wrong?
Thoughts spiralled in his mind but he could not fathom an answer, his brow furrowing at his incapability to work out the new kid's strange behaviour.
"Dan," he heard his name called and looked up,
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He twirled his brown locks around his fingers, his other hand behind his head as he leaned back against the sofa. They had fallen asleep, Dan lying against Phil's chest with his arms wrapped around the eldest's middle. He looked peaceful, somewhat angelic with his parted lips and long lashes brushing his slightly flushed cheeks.
Phil continued to twirl Dan's hair around his fingers, watching the young male sleep peacefully as he whispered, "It means nothing..."
But he believed otherwise.
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Sitting at his desk and grading some work some of his students had given in, Phil raised an eyebrow as someone knocked on his office door, the Head Master soon stepping inside the room as Phil called him in.
Phil furrowed his brow in confusion as he noticed the girl with the noisy jewellery standing in the doorway, looking pale as she hopped from foot to foot, eyes darting between the Head Master and Phil nervously.
He frowned as the rather plump Head Master, stood before his desk, his thick brows furrowed as he looked down to Phil with a stern look on his round face. Phil wondered why the man was looking at him harshly as thoughts of his a
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So cute ^-^