Sitting on a park bench at night, the moon almost full, its fall and you're sitting there, thinking about your life, looking around and listening to the faint sounds of a quiet night, in your comfortable jeans, slightly-too-big gray t-shirt, and your favorite jungle-green jacket. You sigh and slouch, leaning over and resting your elbows on your knees, your long dark brunette hair falls around your face and frames it. While you're looking at the ground right in front of your feet, you see the tips of someone else's tennis shoes. You lift your head up and see a boy with slightly messy brown hair, a dark gray jacket, plain white t-shirt, and, almost baggy, loose comfortable-looking jeans. He smirked slightly and, with his hands in his pockets, looked down into your emerald green eyes that are almost hidden behind your red glasses.
"Hey.. How are you, lonely girl?" He spoke coolly, and his voice sounded kind, cool, and sounded neither like a kid, teen, or an adult
He just sounded
Pleasant. Not like a girl, though. As he spoke and looked into your eyes, you calmly looked back into his. You noticed his eyes were a piercing, mesmerizing hazel, seeming to have parts of them flickering from a shining emerald green, to a piercing, shining blue, but the dominate color of his eyes always remaining an unique brown. You try to glare at him as you speak, saying, "I am not lonely, I'm doing just fine."
He sits beside you on the bench, still smirking, a bit bigger now, and he chuckles once, softly. You slightly glare at him, still sitting as you were, ad when you look at him, seeing his hair stop around the tip of his ears, him slim and skinny, his white t-shirt laying against his torso relaxedly. You blink and ask him, "What are you chuckling about?" He leaned back on the bench more, smirking wider, laying his arms to the sides of his head, one slightly behind your back on the head on the bench, and says, still looking you in the eyes. "You're out here all alone, in a park, in the late evening, and you're saying you're ok?" You sigh and sit up, looking at him, and you say, "Well why are YOU out here?"
He smirked softer now, and looked up at the clear sky and the visible stars, and said, "My name is Levin." He looked back at you, moving closer but you not noticing, and continuing to say, "I kind of need a place to live
Would you help?" He looks deep into your eyes, and you look back into his, and you say, "I'm Samantha. And you can stay at my house." He had moved to where your legs and his aren't even an inch apart, and he took one of his hand out of his pockets, still looking into your eyes, and placed his hand on your cheek softly, and says, "You're blushing, Samantha.." He chuckled and spoke softly, and he closed his eyes softly and lightly, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours. You blush and you eyes widen slightly out of surprise, but you only faintly try to pull away. He moves his hand away from your cheek and gently takes your arms and wraps them around his body, him then gently and slowly wrapping his slender arms around your waist, continuing to kiss you. You slowly close your own eyes, giving into the kiss. Before you move closer for more of the kiss, he is breaking the kiss, and still holding you, he opens his eyes, smirking again, and he says, "Thanks, Samantha." You're blushing, and you say softly and slightly shyly, "Levin why did you kiss me?.." You say the next part very shyly and softly, "That was my first kiss.." This time he looked away and blushed very lightly, and he says, "Oh.. Sorry then.. And I'll tell you why later." He took a small breath and turned back to you, blushing still, and says, "So.. Where is this place I get to live at?"