The Story of Herobrine part 8

Shelby watched as Herobrine walked through the doorway, his usual look of quiet concentration as he formulated some mysterious thought only he knew.
Stopping in the middle of the room, he looked down at his female companion who sat with arms crossed on the couch. Deciding against asking if he could sit, he instead head for his own room to let her calm down from her strange and sudden anger towards him.
As the man walked into his room, he heard a soft sigh come from Shelby. He sat down on the soulsand patch he used as a bed, lay his new sword next to him, and rubbed the grit off his fingers as he contemplated the plan he had been working on all day. Closing his eyes and tipping his head against the corner of the wall, he ran the fine details through his head. So concentrated was he that he didn't notice the soft clicking of leather heels growing louder as their owner waltzed as quietly as humanly possible toward the doorway of his room. Feeling the strange sensation of being watched, he opened his eyes, and saw his slightly temperamental friend watching him.
"Hey." he whispered tentatively, standing up and brushing the dry sand off his pants awkwardly.
She stared at him for a moment, before blurting out,
"I'm sorry." and then wrapping her arms around him before he could react.

"That was so uncalled for; I just thought you were going to die."  Herobrine opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, instead returned the embrace, glad that he wasn't physically capable of blushing.
"Anyways, it's pretty apparent now how horrible you are at talking to girls," added Shelby, trying to keep a straight face as she looked up to his indignant look.

"What does talking to girls have to do with this?" replied the man, stuttering slightly as his female friend inched closer towards him. He backed up slowly, and they inched towards the wall, his eyes flickering nervously as Shelby stood on her tiptoes, leveling her head with his.
"Everything."
Herobrine's eyes went wide as dinner plates as Shelby leaned forward, connecting his lips with hers. Feeling him return the kiss, she rested a hand on his chin, gently pulling him forward. Eyes closed, she smiled faintly beneath his lips.

Finally.