“Amy and Connor sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G” the kids would sing at the bus stop, on the playground, and even in class. At this time, we weren’t even dating. Not that I wanted to date when I was six, but she did. While I tried to stay away from Amy Parker, her and that stupid wheelchair of hers always had to be faster than me. She would chase my friends and I around the playground at recess screaming, “I love you Connor!” or “Hey boyfriend!”
I hated it, and Amy knew it.
At snack or lunchtime, she would insist on sharing her heart-shaped cookies with me instead of her friends.
“They will keep us connected forever and ever!” She would say and I almost puked when I heard that.
I remember this one day; my friends and I decided to play a prank on her. Nothing too big, just a little joke. We told all the other kids that Amy Parker kiss’s… on the lips. And not just boys; we said she kiss’s her mom, dad, brother, and best friend on the lips too. The next day, she wasn’t in school and the teacher called my mom. I wasn’t in too much trouble, but I had to write Amy an apology letter and read it to her. Of course she forgave me, but I owed her a kiss first.
“If you’re going to say I kiss on the lips, you have to,” Amy teased. But before I could pull away, she kissed me; right there on the lips. All my friends were grossed out and didn’t talk to me for days, while little Amy Parker here became Ms. Popularity with the girls.
And the sad part is… I think I actually enjoyed it.
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Amy Parker
RomanceAmy Parker was your average girl, from ages seven up until her sixteenth birthday. She had this... silly little crush on me since I could remember, and I hate to admit it, but I did too. That is, until Amy cheats on me and I become over welled with...
