La La Lost You

Tue, 23 Dec 2025 15:45:30 +0000

ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

She's leaning against the railing, half-listening to him talk, half-not listening at all because her attention keeps drifting to his hand. There's a lollipop there-bright wrapper, already unwrapped, like he wants people to notice it.

She glances at it once.

Then again.

He notices.

"What?" he asks, amused.

She points at it. "What flavour is that?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. Instead of answering, he smirks and pops it into his mouth, lips closing around the stick slowly, on purpose.

She frowns. "That's not an answer."

He steps closer.

Just one step. Enough to make her look up.

Before she can react, he leans in and kisses her.

It's quick. Soft. Almost teasing.

For a second, she doesn't push him away. Her mind goes blank, heart jumping straight into her throat. There's a taste-sweet, light-

Blueberry.

Her eyes widen and she immediately presses her hand to his shoulder, pushing him back just a little.

"What is wrong with you?" she blurts out, shocked.

He pulls back easily, completely relaxed, that stupid smug smile already on his face.

"Blueberry," he says.

She stares at him, speechless, face heating up fast.

He just chuckles, clearly pleased with himself.