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The first time she kissed you, it was snowing hard and you could barely feel your nose and the frozen sidewalk hurt your feet with every step, but that hardly mattered because she had you by your scarf and wow her eyes were really blue and you try to ignore the pain in your lip when she bit it a little too hard because you’ve wanted this for so fucking long. You tried not to think about how she’s an inch taller than you as you stretched up, just slightly, to deepen the kiss, but then she’s shoving you away and laughing. A blush crept onto your cheeks and you smiled sheepishly.
“Oh my god, you are such a dork,” she snickered. Another flick of her bangs and she was off again, and you had to jog to catch up with her. The snow was falling in huge, heavy flakes, Seattle’s way of reminding you that you would never escape the rain, even when it was below freezing and the wind seemed set on biting your nose off.
“Um. Vriska?” Your voice broke. You cleared your throat and tried again, lips suddenly feeling chapped. “Vriska. What was that?”
“It’s winter break, John. I’m having a little fun. It didn’t mean anything!” She snorted when she glanced at you, reaching a gloved hand up to your lips and scrubbing off some navy blue lipstick that had smeared there, and you tried not to let your disappointment show. Ha, that’s right, it didn’t mean anything. Just some stupid teenagers doing stupid things. What else was high school for?
The thing was, it had felt like it meant something. You would be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about kissing her today (as if you didn’t think about it every time you were with her). She’d called you at nine in the morning demanding that you buy her coffee because ‘Jegus Christ John it is fucking freezing in my apartment and my mom is God knows where again and I need sustenance’. You liked to think that you’d learned how to translate Vriska’s way of speaking pretty well since you met her in eighth grade, and you were fairly certain that she meant ‘I’m lonely and my bitch of a mother is neglecting me again and I can’t drive so you need to take me to Starbucks’. So you rolled out of bed and put on some pants to drive her to Starbucks.
You sat in Starbucks for an hour and a half, watching her drink a peppermint latte you bought for her and laugh at the customers who came in behind her. Her lips left blue prints on the edge of the cup, which probably should have grossed you out or something but it seemed to do the exact opposite; her precise shade of blue had quickly become your favorite color after she started wearing the lipstick, which you knew she did just to piss off her mom but you thought she looked really good in it. It somehow complemented her ocher skin.
It had just been so warm and cozy, and she wasn’t being quite as closed-off to you as she normally was. She absently played with her spider bite piercings in between sips, which did not help you get your mind off kissing her.
Walking home, she walked slower than normal, and you knew it was because the only thing waiting for her at home was her pet tarantula, which you knew from experience was not very good company (though Vriska would probably slap you if you insulted Spinneret out loud).
Eventually, you decided against bringing up the kiss again. Knowing Vriska, it really was just a spur-of-the-moment, ‘ha-ha I bet his reaction would be hilarious’ kind of thing. You could appreciate a prank. Ha.
She didn’t call or text you for the rest of the day. There was still a few traces of blue on your lips when you got home, and you decided to leave them there because you just felt like it, okay? Dave messaged you (the lucky bastard, it was 72 degrees and sunny in Houston), you played some Pokémon (your shiny Lickitung kicked ass), you watched reruns of America’s Funniest Home Videos (the finest of television pranks). You finally gave in and texted her at 8 pm, but she didn’t respond. She probably just needed some space.
With a sigh, you decided you could wait. You’d already been waiting for three years, after all.