It been months since the kiss. And everything's okay. We both refuse to talk about it. That's how we like it.
But today is different. It's the last time I'll see her before moving to New Mexico. Her parents had taken us to the beach as their way of saying "Thanks for hanging with our freak of a daughter for all these years.". Did I ever mention I love her parents?
Right now we are watching the sunset by the shore, no one else in sight. I know if I ever want to talk about it that now is the time. "How many girls have you kissed?"
"Four."
"Why me?"
"You were there."
I let this seep in for a minute.
"Are...are you gay?"
She laughs at me. "Nope."
"Sooo? Why kiss girls?"
"I like kissing."
"You're the weirdest person I know."
"I'm not weird...I'm just different. Don't pretend like you don't get me. You can practically read my mind."
I laugh. It's true. In a very fucked up way, I completely know where she is coming from. "How do you deal with everything being so...wrong." I don't have to explain my question any farther. She knows what I ment.
"I'm so messed up Rosie. But I wont let life screw me over. If things are gonna be like this, then I'm gonna have fun with it."
Those are the words that forced me to grow up so young. The words that summarised every trouble maker out there. The words that finally made me understand.
I feel her head on my shoulder and rest mine on top. We sat like that much after the sun was gone. It was our perfect goodbye.
