He Didn't Stole My First Kiss!

If I say 'I love you' don't call me your sister!

I LOOK AT HIM and wonder how this gorgeous boy ended up being my best friend...the answer is easy.

Destiny.

Or at least I like to think so.

Because how many odds are in the universe that from 195 countries, 50 states, 327.589.916 people, and multiple cities in California I had the luck of living next to Patrick Griffin.

Me, from all the girls had the advantage of knowing Patrick his whole life, getting to see the good, the bad and the ugly about him.

But there's something that stills bothers me till this day.

HE. NEVER. TRIED. TO. KISS. ME

I can say that he had the chance exactly 3 times.

1. In sophomore year playing spin the bottle, he preferred drinking a mystery cup rather than kissing me.

2. Six grade when Nolan Evans dared him to give me a little peck on the lips.

3. This is the one that bothers me the most. One time a guy stood me up and I felt sad self-conscious, so I called Patrick to pick me up, in minutes there was him, drops falling from his perfect hair, just the two of us under the rain both completely soaked, but it didn't mattered because I felt he was so close to me, our lips only millimeters apart from each other suddenly I  I had Patrick with me and when I thought he was going to give me my first kiss...he hugged me.

I FELT SO STUPID.

I erased the memory.

Now to bring you to the present I must tell you that High School is almost over and with graduation around the corner I feel like I owe to myself to tell Patrick once and for all that I love him. 

So as I said I look at him trying to gain the courage and tell him.

"Patrick" I say looking at him eyes to eyes.

"Yeah?" he responds carefully.

"I have known you my whole life, I know your hopes and dreams and you know mine...but after all this years I have realized that I like you...more than like...I love you" I said slowly and hopeful he would reciprocate the feelings.

Now I avoid his for a moment and when I look back at him, he leans over and touch his lips with mine gentle and carful at first then it becomes fast and passionate like he was waiting his whole life for this moment. And I can feel it too.

Just kidding.

He looked at my with awkwardness and pity and said "Oh...yeah...Uh I kinda see you more like a sister..."

I look him deadly in the eyes and stand up from the bench and walk away...

I CANT BELIVE HE GAVE ME THE SISTER CARD!

When I walk home I see Arthur from my math class who I know he has a crush on me so I walk over to him and kiss him...there.

I guess not all love stories start with a cheesy background.

F*** destiny.