He takes a breathe and for a second I thought he was going to back away when he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. Kissing his lips makes me think back to Kindergarten when we first met. He accidentally knocked me down and I called him 'pretty lips' for years. He hated it, always saying how it made him seem girly. Despite the rough meeting and the name calling we became good friends. Best friends even. So why am I kissing pretty lips? I wish I knew the answer to that.
The kissing seems to be everlasting. The whole time different memories of Noel and I flashed through my head. The beach, body boating and tanning on the shore. Collecting shells and running from crabs. Watching fireworks and falling asleep on the beach.
Carnivals, cotton candy and sugar into the night. Bright lights and loud music. Yelling to be heard over the laughs and screams. Winning prizes and going home drunk on happiness and soda.
Movie nights in where we would marathon movies all night with popcorn and candy. Seeing who could stay up the latest and drawing on the loser who fell asleep first's face.
Walking through the woods for hours and looking for places we haven't found. Finding little wonderlands of waterfalls and ponds in the summer when we didn't think we could walk anymore.
Boat trips to islands where we'd drink out of coconuts and when we went on a trip by ourselves when we were only 13. Going by bus and begging for motel rooms. We used to share a bed without thinking of sex and here I was with Noel pushing me down onto the bed. A bed we spent so many nights watching movies and having fun as friends? Or were we really always more? Maybe it's true that a girl and a boy can't be friends without complications. Kissing him was amazing, don't get me wrong. Feeling him just everywhere was a little piece of heaven. It wasn't until he was asleep on top of me that I realized we didn't use a condom.
