"dude- dude ge-" you laugh as rodrick tackles you to the bed, something you guys often do. teenage bottlerocket is playing loudly in his room as you wrestle.

"dude! hey-" he locks his arm around your shoulder laughing.

"you're such a wuss! i c-"

and then his face is hovering above yours, so close you can smell his breath, it's gross with a mint gum smell over top, like he tried to pretend he didn't have teenage boy breath.

"sorry-" he climbs off you, embarrassed.

"no, nah, i mean- it's fine, dude- like, happens." you say, not really knowing what to do. he'd never been, like, that close to kissing you before.

"yeah, but, like, yeah, i know- just-" he keeps staring at you. awkward. he glances at your lips and rumpled t shirt.