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Hair was pushed back away from faces and out of eyes with hands rigid by frustration. Breaths had become shallow and started and stopped with the ebbing flowing stream of angry whispers. Arms were wrapped tightly around heads of coiled reflexively around middles.

They stood face to face, barely a foot and a half apart. But at that moment, they felt separated by worlds.

“We’re not discussing this anymore.” One spat venomously to the other.

“And I suppose your word makes it final then, does it? Just like…” The searing retort was cut off by a highly audible groan.

“Oh, for the love of god, here we go again.” The boy said in a thoroughly guy-like response and turned away from the girl, aiming a sharp kick at a nearby bush as he went.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean? And don’t kick my bush, look! You’ve snapped some of its branches.” She leaned down to glance worriedly at a bush she had never expressed the slightest interest in beforehand.

“You know exactly what it means. Don’t worry about your stupid bush; I’m sure it’ll somehow make it through.”

The girl stood up from her crouch, with a calm expression masking her face. “I think you need to go before you’re unusually loud and obnoxious voice wakes up my parents.”

“Yeah?” He questioned, hoping to sound snappy, but really sounding stupid.

“Yeah.” She stated with finality, turning to open the door, one hand already on the doorknob.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” He said, jumping up on the porch next to her. “There’s just one little problem…”

She turned to face him as he stepped closer. “What?”

He regarded her warily, “I haven’t given you your goodnight kiss, have I?” He answered finally, sly innocence spreading across his features as he pulled her flush with him.

Hair was tugged and pulled across faces and already closed eyes with hands quickened by anticipation. Breaths were still shallow and uneven, held back by the rush of soft spoken words. Arms tangled up in each other and settled against middles, one hand deftly unlocked from the horizontal game of Twister to wrap gently behind her head as he leaned her against the firmly shut door.

He reached his head downwards, as she poked hers farther into the air…

…And once again, all their problems were solved with a kiss.