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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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My First Kiss -- 3OH!3 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGzNkq8znS4)

It was actually rather spontaneous: she'd followed him into the kitchen, chattering about something or another, and he turned around and she was right there. And gosh, did she ever look beautiful -- her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, hands in the pockets of her green and blue striped dress.

So obviously the correct thing to do, being almost fifteen years old and in a kitchen alone with your girlfriend, was to make out.

She was pretty okay with this -- he thought, he wasn't entirely sure as she didn't say an awful lot other than oh right before he pulled her into his arms and she leaned back against the kitchen sink for support. Okay so maybe he should've asked. He would ask right now. Or right…after this kiss, wow this was a long kiss, wow she seemed really into this.

"Is this-- okay?"

He knows his voice is breathy because he kind of wants this really bad, but she doesn't even answer; she just grins and tugs on his waist gently, until he's the one sitting on top of the sink and her hands tangle up in his hair, pulling him into another kiss.

Oh man his girlfriend. His girlfriend is awesome. She had a ridiculous growth spurt and now she's all legs and hips and chest and those new curves are currently pressed against him in a way that makes his body burn hot. And where is he supposed to put his hands? Girls don't come with instruction manuals, and so he kind of…just puts his hands on her breasts which seems to be a good idea because she makes some sort of happy noise (what can he even call it? he doesn't know, some kind of moaning giggle). That's good, right?

Definitely good, he thinks, since her hand moves lower and oh he bucks up against her touch and she laughs and wow this is so awesome!! He carefully moves his hands across her chest, looking for more of those noises and--

"Seriously?"

The two of them scramble apart, Jade moving backwards and crossing her arms across her chest, Dave aiming to get off of the counter but only managing to get his ass stuck in the sink basin. Dave is standing at the door -- not just one Dave, but two both of them peering suspiciously at the pair in the kitchen. How long had they been standing there? Red moves forward towards the refrigerator nonchalantly as Pink stands there, still staring. After a moment, Dave walks back to the door and looks over his shoulder, Coke in hand.

"Next time you're going to do the nasty, get in a locked room. Jesus."

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Jade and Dave: the TYL.