Running Cold //Rarl
"Ron, you slept very loud." He said in almost what sound like a cold tone.
"You know his, how?" He turned a light shade a red and put his head down.
"It was cute, Ron. Your soft snoring." Carl laughs and looks into the taller boy's eyes.
"But Carl, you're cuter." He looks up and smiles, and walks closer
"In what way? I'm never cute." He sarcastically laughs
"Yeah, right." He puts his sheriff hat on my head and flicks it.
We were inches away, and I didn't want to pass this opportunity. Instead, Carl kissed me. I didn't mind at all, this was our third time. I wish there was more to it, though. Instead I decided to enjoy this moment. We might be dead tomorrow.