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The first of many USE OF SWEARS |
I really need to share this story THE START As we walk down the town center, shoulder to shoulder with a unexplainable closeness, I knew what was going to happen. "fuck me Annabelle if your bad at this everyone is gonna know fuck fuck fuck im scared" i thought to myself. Next thing I know we he leads a spot in a abandoned playground. No one could see us. He sits down on a bench with a look, like he wants me to join. When I sat down he says "I never have done this but somehow I know I want to." he kisses me. We kiss one more and i thought to myself "two times omg he is gonna tell everyone at school." At the time i did not release how innocent two kisses were. "hey lets keep this between us" "Of course" I respond happy but tried not to show it. All week a thought about that kiss. Did i like it? Did i not like it? What is he thinking? We were very good friends and hung-out often. In eight grade it seemed like you could not hangout with a boy and just be friends so we never told anyone how close we really were. There was only one week left in school and I didn't know what to say to him. The last day of school I got a text WANNA MEET UP AFTER THE PARTY? I texted DEFINALY During the party we barely even made eye contact but as soon as the party ended someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked behind me. I was him. We walked over to his house that was close to the party. While we walked i never looked behind me and i should of. If i could go back i would have ran in the other direction. But i didn't. When we got to his house it was just us. Alone. We like normal teenagers kissed on the couch. The whole summer was focused on where can we meet us next. I liked him and he liked me but neither of us wanted to tell our friends neither of us wanted to be serious. Be fore summer ended we mutually agreed to end things. |