Warning: Mentions of urban legend Teke Teke, though main parts of this urban legend is not found in this story. If you don't know about Teke Teke, Google at own risk. 

Word count: 194
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"Have you heard the story of Teke Teke, Mark?"
"No?"
"Would you like to?"
"If it's another one of your stupid urban legends, I'd prefer not to actually."
"Come on, it's a nice story."
"None of your stories are nice, Jackson."
"It's a story of a ghost girl who-"
Mark cut Jackson off by kissing his lips. After ten seconds he pulled away but kept his hands on the back of Jackson's head, fingers tangling in Jackson's short black hair.
"So this ghost girl, who wasn't a ghost when it happened, was easily-"
Mark once again cut him off. When he pulled away, he whispered a stern 'stop', but Jackson did not agree.
"She was very fidgety and her friends knew-"
Mark cut Jackson's story off for the third time and before Jackson could start speaking again, Mark laid his hand on the younger's mouth, preventing any words from being said. Jackson softly kissed Mark's hand and grabbed it with his own.
"Okay, I won't tell the story. If this is your way of shutting me up when I'm about to speak about something you don't like, I should speak like this more often."

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