okay but like... kisses
kiss meme.
|| maybe it’d been the liquor. maybe it’d been the drugs. maybe it was something as cliche as teenage hormones. whatever it was, it’d been gradually making tiff gravitate to marty. her heart thrummed against her rib cage to the reverberating beat of the music, like a beast fighting for freedom. bringing her lipstick stained glass to her lips, the bitter taste of gin and brandy easing the throb in her chest as she drank – yet her face was still flushed red. had it been all the drink ? she hoped so. even in the darkened light, she didn’t want mcfly to see her flustered.
‘ mcfly, ’ she rasped, words softly s l u r r e d as she shook the cocktail in front of him, ice rattling off the sides of the glass. ‘ see, this here’s called an angel’s kiss. but, yanno – i think you’re more deserving of a devil’s kiss. ’
tiff had always been a creature of impulse, acting on primal instinct and raw emotion. it’d been that f e r a l attitude that made her grab the boy by his shirt collar, lean down and pull him into a heated kiss. oh, her father was going to be PISSED.













