The Untold Story of Aiai

The Kissing Booth

Gon's pov: I'm first in line of our group, so I fill out my form first. I step up to the table, and I'm handed a form. I take a pencil from the jar and look down. The first question is; "What is your age?". It's a multiple-selection question, and I select the 12-13 answer. The next one asks; "What is your sexuality?". I think for a second. I've been attracted to boys, mostly, but I've been attracted to some girls, too. So... I think I'm bisexual.

I select the bisexual option, and look at the last question. "What are your pronouns?", and I circle he/him. Then I hand the form to the woman across the table, who looks across the paper, enters some things on her computer, then hands me my pin. I smile and thank her, then walk to my left. I turn back and see Hisoka take my place, while Killua on the right of him starts filling out his form.

When I get to the front of the stage again, I put my pin on my shirt, which says the number '36', and under it, 'he/him'. I nod, sigh, and look up at the stage, waiting. My hands shake slightly, and my heart pounds in my chest. This is kind of nerve-wracking.

Killua's pov: I scan over my form. I answered 12-13 for question one, gay for question two, and he/him for question three. Looks good. I hand my form to the person across from me, and as they do stuff on their computer, I mess with my hands a little bit. I'm so nervous.

As the person across me hands me my pin, I thank them with a slightly shaky voice. Then I secure my pin on my shirt and walk to where Gon stands. "Hey," I put on a confident voice. "Hey," he says back. "You excited? I'm kind of nervous," he admits. I look at him and say, "Yeah, me too," with a small smile.

"Oh, hey Hisoka! And Bisky!", Gon shouts to the two people who walk towards us. They both wave to us. Then I feel breath on my ear, which makes me blush. "I wonder what they put on their forms," he whispers. "Yeah," I whisper back. "So what did you put on your form?", he then asked me, which caused me to stutter. "I- I.. what??" I say.

Gon just shook it off and started to say, "Well, I put 12-13, bis-", but I interrupt, saying, "B- Baka! Don't tell me!". "Why not, though?", Gon asks me, confusion filling his eyes. I momentarily get lost in them, the emotion that fills them just catches me off-guard with how radiant they are. When I see Gon noticed me staring at him, I clear my throat and blink a couple of times. "I- I don't know. Just don't tell me," I finally say to him. I then turn away and blush like crazy. This boy is going to end me some day.

Gon's pov: That was a strange moment. Killua totally spaced out. Oh, well. The line is short, down to about 15 people. We'll probably start soon. At that thought, my heart beats very fast again. Why is this so bad? I'll be fine! I try calming myself down, but it doesn't work. I just sigh and wait patiently for it to start.

The last person filled out their form and got their pin. He walks towards the crowd, and then the woman with orange hair stands up again. "Alright folks! Looks like everybody who wants to participate has filled the form and gotten a pin. Let's get things going! I'm going to put a number on the screen. Whoever's number it is, please walk up here. Thank you." The screen shows a number. 57. I sigh in relief, as a man around 20 walks up to the stage. A blindfold is put on him, and he stands behind a table. Then, the woman speaks again. "Now, two numbers will be shown on the screen. Will these two number please walk up?" The screen shows the numbers 39 and 21. Beside me, Bisky gasps. "39! That's me!" She squeals and runs up to the stage.

The woman with orange hair speaks again. "Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you, my name is Hailey! Anyways, the number with lowest value gets to go first, so number 21, please step up to the table." The person who was wearing the pin with the 21 on it was a girl around 20, with short, blue hair. She kisses the man that wore 57, blushes, and runs back into the crowd. Bisky basically does the same thing, and it's over. While she walks back, Killua whispers in my ear; "Hey, isn't Bisky like 50? That guy was like 20 years old!", then giggles. His laugh is so cute. "Yeah, what's up with that?", I answer to his theory. An angry voice beside us said; "I entered myself as 23, thank you very much. I look young, anyway." The voice belongs to Bisky. Killua and I sweatdrop and slowly turn to her. "Sorry!", we both say in unison. She just shakes her head and turns to the stage again.

Many different people go, but nobody else from our group. The next round starts, and a number is shown on the screen. When I look up at it, I gasp.