Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I am seven years old and Sarah-Lyn asked if I wanted to go out with her. I told her I couldn't because I already had a girlfriend. She doesn't believe me. Actually, she's not the only one. My other classmates are also making fun of me, saying I invented Claire and she's not real.
I tell Claire.
She gives me a picture of her and writes Love, Your girlfriend Claire behind it. I show it to people at school with another picture of me with her to prove it's not just a random girl.
Apparently that's still not enough. I might have the picture but I probably never kissed her. I probably never kissed anybody.
And they're right. I haven't. But I'm not about admitting that to them.
I tell Claire again while we're sitting at the table and our parents are hanging out together and she's helping me with my homework and I'm trying not to cry because all the kids are always making fun of me and no one likes me and I hate it, I hate it.
She leans over to me and presses her lips against mine. It's just a quick peck but it sends my whole face flaming.
She smiles at me. "There. Now you can say you got kissed."
