The two were close together sitting on the couch, heart pumping, and Nate really was going to just ask the question but... The music was just right, the light bulb in the basement was nearing the end of it's light providing dim light... For a split second and an eternity the two were face to face, eye's locked in surprise. Eye's communicating that Nate hadn't planned this, Courtney hadn't planned this... laugh it off? maybe?.. continue? Courtney's arm's wrapped around Nate's back as she tried to pry his lips open. After a little resistance his lips opened easily, and like unexperienced teens they stopped trying to french kiss once they realized they really didn't have any idea what they were doing. Nate was slightly leaning over Courtney with their faces flushed, both wanting to speak but knowing there was nothing to say. The failed french kiss was inexperience right?... Nate gave Courtney a kiss on the cheek the remote somewhat forgotten. The two idiots were trying their best to figure out how they wanted to try to make out, and in the tussle the remote had been sandwiched between fabric, cloth, and flesh. However what was changing?