When I was 12, I had my first kiss. I had always been a bit of a wild card while Dylan balanced me out by being level headed.
*8 years ago*
I open my window and climb into Dylan's room and wait for him to get home from soccer practice. I climb into his bed and snuggle into the covers before I know it, I'm asleep
Dyl wakes me up by throwing his nasty socks in my face.
"DYLAN!" I scream and jump off the bed to tackle him. We are both cracking up.
"I had something to tell you, but now, you don't deserve to know." I taunt as I get off him and start to walk back to my room.
He grabs my arm and says "Sowwy, care-bear. Tell me!"
"Ok.... Guess what?!" I say as we sit on the bed.
"What?!"
"I had my first kiss!" I say excitedly.
"Good for you!" He says and slaps my back. We laugh.
"Who was it?" He says with a smile, but his jaw clenches.
"Henry Smith." I say with a smile. "But nothing's gonna happen. I don't like him. I just wanted to get it over with."
He smiles half-heartedly and nods.
"Sleepover tonight?" I ask.
"Obviously." He says with a laugh.
"K, lemme get my PJ's." I say.
"You can just wear my stuff." He offers.
"Yeah, I was gonna anyways." I say as I grab a t-shirt and sweats from his drawers.
We race downstairs. I make popcorn while he orders pizza. I pop in Along Came Polly, my favorite movie. Dylan groans and I tell him to shove it.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Romansa"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
