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You’re laughing at me! [Margo yelled back, but she didn’t seem to mind much, she was used to it. That’s what they did, they laughed at each other, Margo couldn’t handle a damn kiss, and Harrison couldn’t handle a sad girl. It was them, it would always be them, but they didn’t seem to mind much. Margo nodded triumphantly.] Yes, and you actually felt for it but you didn’t do what you were supposed to do. Do you ever? [With a hand on her hip, Margo tilted her head. Her cheeks reddened when Harrison admitted to not regretting their kiss, and it still pleased and scared her, how much he seemed to like her. It wasn’t something she was particularly used to, and if you asked anyone they’d be quick to admit that no one predicted these two would get together. Margo’s smile loosened, her lips moved around, teeth biting down, and her eyebrows edged inward as she thought to herself. She looked at Harrison, his clear face and bright eyes, his hair was messy and it was late now. Sometimes she liked to look at him, his goofy expression whenever they were together, his pointy nose and tucked ears, his lips. I’m not scared of kissing you. He said it and she believed him, and she didn’t know why she was always so scared of kissing him, so nervous that she’d do it wrong, that it wasn’t like them or her. Margo dropped her arm from her hip, she looked down at Harrison’s feet before her eyes flicked back up to his, and as soon as she took a step forward her hand laid on his shirt. Tightly, she gripped the fabric, mostly for herself, mostly to make sure she was standing, holding on, not afraid. She tiptoed forward and closed her eyes, kissing him. She was kissing him, and contrary to the rapid beating of her heart, the warm feeling at the bottom of her tummy, she didn’t feel afraid.] 

[Harrison didn't try to hold back his laughter. He was caught, but it was okay. Not a day went by where he didn't laugh at Margo about something, or she was laughing at him. There was a sort of unspoken agreement between the two of them that laughing at each other over their idiotic comments or uncomfortable situations was completely fine. It was them, it was comfortable and safe.] I don't know. I don't think so. [Harrison beamed at Margo as she blushed, Margo blushing was probably one of his favourite sights. Usually he would try to hold back his smile or at least try to contain it, but this moment felt different, like he didn't have to hide the way he felt towards Margo. It was moments like these, the little things she did, that he realized how beautiful she was, so full of life, and how much she added to his life. It used to startle him, the feelings that warmed his chest whenever he saw Margo, even thought about her, but she was so different from the other girls, and she treated him differently. It was hard not to love her when she was so obviously okay with everything that Harrison was, and that wasn't easy to do. Kissing Margo was something that was easy for Harrison. It wasn't as easy for Margo, which was why his favourite kisses that they shared were the ones she instigated. When she kissed him, just then, he pressed one hand to her lower back, pulling her in, the other hand cupping her face. He always reminded himself to take baby steps when it came to Margo, and it was rare that he could be selfish like this, touching her and kissing her and loving her the way he always wanted to.]

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