Protonconroy-This Is Why They Ship Us (Chapter 4)

After our game we went upstairs for presents.
The only person that got me anything was Jon, mostly because we’re all 8th graders and have next to no money.
“I know you told me not to go to hot topic, but...” Jon gave me a little bag.
I pulled out mario pajama pants and a trollface t-shirt.
“Ooh and one more thing!” He grabbed the last present.
“Jon...” i smiled.
He made me a big red poster with quotes from all my favorite lpers and games on it.
“I love it!” i hugged him tightly.

After eating a ton of pizza and brownies, we went back into the family room.
“TINY WASHING MACHINE.” Patrick said in a russian accent with a toy washing machine on his head. He had a wooden sword and was swinging it around. “NO ONE TOUCH TINY WASHING MACHINE.”
“I wont.” I laughed hard. “Patrick, you’re hillarious!”
“WHAT RE YOU VALKING ABOUT?! DIS IS JUST--”
“Pcull.” i finished.
“I vas going to vay tineh washing machine, but sure.” Patrick nodded.
I giggled more, and snuggled next to Jon, who was on his ipad.
“Hey emile.” Jon turned over to me.
I laid my head down on his shoulder to get closer. Jon petted my head.
I squirmed a little bit from his touch.
“You okay?” Jon asked.
“Y-yeah.” I scooched up and kissed him.
“Mmm... Emile.” Jon looked up at me sweetly. He set down the ipad to make out with me.
At first i wasn't too good, but i learned from how Jon was moving his lips.
Jon broke the kiss first. “You were kissing like a dead fish too at the beginning of that...” He ran his fingers across my face. “But you got really good reaaaally fast.” He turned a bit. “Hey tyler, he officially kisses better than you!”
Tyler pouted. “Can i have Emile next? Maybe he can teach me!”
“No!” I held on tight to Jon.
Jon laughed. “He wants me, Tyler.”
“Damn.” Tyler sulked.
“Hey Emile, its after midnight!” My mom came downstairs. “Let me give you your first kiss of being fourteen!”
Jon and I exchanged ‘awkward’ glances.
“Sure mom!” We pecked each other on the cheek.
Dad came in “Awe you beat me to it!”
Jon and I exchanged ‘SUUUPER AKWARD’ glances again.
“Well, good night and happy birthday!” Mom left.
“Happy birthday!” Dad closed the door behind him. “Good night!”