First Kiss

Mother knows best.

My mom always warned me that your first kiss should be magical, unforgettable, and with someone special. At 16, I thought it was going to be with my now ex-boyfriend Marc, but that ended sourly. I had no one special like that in my life so I didn't really look for someone to share my first kiss with. I was content with just hanging out with my friends, Lana, Denny, Cal, and my best friend Kayli.
Kayli was beautiful. She had long wavy brown hair and cute bouncy bangs that ended just above her deep brown and black eyes. Her skin was sun-kissed, the mark of a true Californian I suppose. She was average height with a perfect hour-glass figure. Me, on the other hand, I had short blonde hair brushed forward in an "emo/scene" style. The ends of my hair around my face were dyed a light blue. I had pale skin always covered in black clothes and band merch. I was the same height as Kayli, but my figure wasn't as hour-glassy. It didn't bother me anyways. Kayli lived with me in my apartment. Because my family was fairly wealthy and didn't care what I did, they set me up with my own apartment a block away from their mansion. Close enough to visit, far enough away to ignore.
I had known Kayli since I was 5. We slept together on scary nights, pretended to be each other's girlfriend at parties to ward away creeps, and even showered together occasionally. As I got older I became aware of a certain...nervousness around her. I never thought about girls in a romantic fashion but I always seemed to find myself checking her out. Everytime I would snap back to the real world, I dismissed my daydreams as jealousy over her body. I couldn't like this girl....I couldn't like a GIRL. However that nervous feeling grew a little each day and developed into butterflies as well. What if I did like her...? Could I...?
Mom always said to follow your heart, and mother knows best. Right? I decided I would tell Kayli during a game of Truth or Dare one night.. And hope she didn't run away in disgust.