(As you were sitting on the bench, Bex came over to you.) “Hey, loser. What’s up?” (You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. Suddenly, Bex gripped the hair on the back of your head, tilting your head up and kissing you. He pulled away, licking his lips.) "mhm, tastes like root beer" (he puts his hands in his pockets and walks away)
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