Young Writers Society

Jace

I wrap my arms around her waist and delicately continue to kiss her, flashing a smile.

Rayah

Jackie whistles as well and I light her shoes on fire without even looking, her freaking out and trying to find water as I keep on kissing him as well.

Jace

I pull her closer and move a hand to the side of her face, tangling it in her hair.

"Uh," Nic clears his throat, "Should we stop them?"

Rayah

Jackie just throws her shoes out the window and sits down, shrugging and putting a hand on her forehead. I smile at Jace and move a hand to the side of his face as well, chuckling.

Jace

I smile at her chuckling and tighten my grip on her. Someone grabs me by the hair and pulls me back and away from her.

"Yeah... not watching that continue without someone to suck faces with as well," Nic sits back down, gently slapping me out of my trance, "Sit tight loverboy."

Rayah

Dazed, I find Jackie asleep. Sighing, I decide not to wake her and lay with my head on her stomach, my legs on the back-rest of the couch.

Jace

I touch my lips before looking down and shaking myself out of it, clearing my throat, "Are we... are we still playing the game?"

Rayah

I shake my head and close my eyes, "Nah. Jacks is asleep and she--"

Next thing I know, I get elbowed in the stomach as cry out, rolling off the couch and onto the floor. Jackie stands quickly, moving some hair out of her face before glancing around, "Who was on me?"

Jace

I chuckle and watch before crawling to Rayah and helping her sit up.

Rayah

I moan and wrap my arms around my stomach just as Jace gets to me, chuckling.

Jackie looks at me, "What happened to her?"

Jace

"You elbowed her... hard," Nic answers, studying her.

Rayah

Jackie swallows, "Sorry..."

I shake my head, sitting up, "Whatever."

Jace

I don't know what to do, just sitting there, and sigh.

"So... what happens now?" Nic asks.

Rayah

I shrug, Jackie wrapping her arms around me from behind and resting her chin on my shoulder, "We sleep," She mumbles.

Jace

Nic shrugs and sprawls out on the couch, kicking his shoes off to be polite and not dirty the furniture. I shake my head at him and lean against it.