"Phoebe, you sly one!" Fifteen huffed and turned around, grabbing his shoulders, "Dare to mess with me? Watch how I deal with you..."
Talking with him tonight was delightful, and Fifteen had unknowingly already started seeing him as a friend.
This time, it was just an act, of course, she wasn't really going to hit him.
Bang!
Her head hit the car roof, and Fifteen raised her left hand to rub her hair. Her right hand slipped off his shoulder, and she lost her balance and tumbled forward.
Phoebe heard the noise and happened to turn his face to look at her.
Their faces quickly got close, and as their eyes widened, their lips met.
Their teeth knocked together with a light clink, and both of them felt a bit of pain from the collision.
Not caring about the bump on her own head, Fifteen hurried to prop herself up and got off him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Phoebe cast a sidelong glance at her flushed face, "I thought you meant to bite me!"
"I'm not a dog."
