After the Party

Chapter Two

...in which I tell you the story about most of my firsts. Yes this includes sex, drinking, kissing, and all that other fun stuff that you think is so cool when your 13 but really isn't that crazy. This will be very interesting chapter so sit back and get ready because shits gonna get wack yo.

I'll start off easy with my first kiss, the most magical thing ever right? It was not. Not even a little. I was 12 and he was 13. His name was Miles and he was exactly what you think a Miles would look and act like. He was tall for a 13 year old. He was the town basketball star and every pre pubescent girl wanted him like a white suburb mom wants boxed wine. Miles was hot for sure but he was the kind of hot that would peak in high school and then he would just be kinda cute. Me being this 12 year old who just hit puberty and whos world revolved around the thought of boys, I worshipped him. I would sit in class and write my name with his last name and imagine what are kids would be named and if we would move to someplace like New York or California. I was obsessed and not in a cute way.

The good thing was he was older by a year so we never had classes together. This made it easier to hide my infatuation with him but you bet I knew his schedule and every hallway and door that boy used. I knew where he would be at any point in the day. One day I "accidentally" went down the wrong hall and we bumped into each other. No it wasn't like we collided and I dropped my books and when we both went to reach for them our hands touched and the world stopped. Non of that shit happened. It was more like he shoulder checked the fuck out of me, I fell, he laughed a bit then helped me up after seeing my boobs didn't look like the side of a card bored box. In that moment the idea of a boy holding my hand and smiling at me, especially Miles was just mind fucking. He was the best thing since sliced bread and he was talking to me.

Fast forward a few weeks Miles had asked for my number that day and we had been talking everyday since then. He tried and succeeded to swoon me. Saying shit like "You are the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life" or "Your smile is more bright then every light in Seattle" or get this, "You don't give my butterflies in my stomach, they are in my heart". That one was the one that got me.

We planed to go to the movies and my parents being the easy going folk that they are didn't even think about the fact I was going to be sitting, alone, with a boy in a dark movie theater. I mean how many things could happen in a dark movie theater? (Trust me, a lot of things can happen in a dark movie theater. I've done them all). Anyway, I got dropped off and waited a pain stakingly long time for Miles to show up. Fashionably late doesn't really work on a first date when your 12. He eventually showed up and walked straight to the casher person and bought a ticket. A SINGLE TICKET! I had to buy my own fucking ticket and the whole thing was his god damn idea. He did share his Sprite and popcorn so that was a plus.

Miles led the way to the seats. He picked the vary back in the corner. He had clearly done this before but I was in heaven so It never even occurred to me that he had done this before. I sit down next to him and the movie starts. It was weird at first then he would brush against me at times and then he eventually grabbed my hand. It didn't last long because our hands got clammy fast. Then, 15 minutes before the movie was gonna be over he used his finger to move my face in his direction. Girl when I tell you I was dying on the inside that doesn't even start to explain it. He moved his face in closer until he was inches from me. Being the little pussy bitch that I am I told him I had never kissed anyone before and this fucking kid looked at me and went "Yeah. I know" and then kissed me. It was a church kiss at first which then turned into really weird, bad making out. The movie ended and we got up. My dad was outside waiting and I got in and left. Didn't even wave goodbye. After that we didn't talk again till sophomore year. Long story short, my weird first kiss/make out sesh turned me off Miles real quick. He was a horrible kisser and was also really dumb. First kisses never go like you want them to. Hey, at lest he didn't bite me or some shit.