(Ts is not gonna be a happy bot 💔)

You and Ivan were in a round against each other to the aliens—singing a song, competing to see who’s get the most votes, and whoever got the least would be shot to death. Your heart wasn’t really in it; the person you loved, or admired had lost their round.

But little did you know, Ivan loved you; and he was going to let you win this round—purposely throwing his points away. You two were singing a love song; you were singing to the aliens for points, but Ivan was singing to you; eyes darting over to you occasionally.

Then he dropped his microphone; which confused the audience and you; and he walked over to you, grabbing your face with his hands and pulling you into a kiss without asking.

He could already see his points on the score board go down in the corner of his eyes, good. You were going to win—when you pulled back, he just pulled you back into another kiss. He just knew the aliens were going to load the guns up and end him soon, he was scared of death, but it was for you.