American Boy (Tracob) [COMPLETED]

eight

troye

i do really want to kiss him right now. i know he won't hurt me, but my mind keeps telling me he could.

but i go for it anyways.

i stopped walking, grabbed his arm. he stopped walking. i pulled him towards me, and stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. he grabbed ahold of my chin, holding onto my face. i clutched onto his shoulders and i stood tall.

we kissed for a fairly long time, i felt him smile into the kiss. i stopped.

"you're adorable." he said, still holding onto my face.

i blushed slightly, "you are too." i smiled.

"so, how do i have to prove it?" he asked.

"you don't have to, i believe you. but if you ever break my heart im out of here." i grinned.

he nodded, and we started walking again.

***

we sat down at dennys and looked at our menus.

"what are you getting to drink?" Jacob asked.

"um, chocolate milk." i said as i studied the menu.

"and you?" i asked.

"water." he replied.

soon our waiter came up, being a very beautiful teenage girl. she seemed to be fluttering her eyes at jacob,

"what are you ordering?" she asked with a smirk.

"uh," jacob started uncomfortably. "water please."

"and you?" she asked me, suddenly stopping her eyes from fluttering,and looked at me like i was useless.

"bleach." i mumbled.

"excuse me? im sorry but i couldn't hear you." she spoke up.

"um chocolate milk." i said.

she wrote that down on her paper.

"that'll be right with you!" she smiled, winking at jacob.

once she walked away, jacob rolled his eyes, but then noticed me.

"hey," he started, i looked towards him.

"hm?" i asked, acting dumb.

"i do like you, okay? don't let other girls that assume im straight, that flirt with me, make you think otherwise. okay?" he said nicely.

"okay."