Although I did see Wyatt last night, as hard as I studied him he didn’t seem any difference than usual. Just a little tired. We didn’t really do anything last night besides kiss and talk for a bit before we slept…mainly because I wanted to make sure Wyatt was actually sleeping and not just lying to me and saying he was when he wasn’t.
But he did sleep, albeit somewhat restlessly.
So now, in my second period class where we were in a computer lab for a free period, I was attempting to Google different sicknesses with Wyatt’s symptoms. It was a pointless effort; nothing there matched.
Instead of continuing down that frustrating route, Mirah, Dakota and I decided to Google random stuff and see what popped up. Mirah, who was sitting between us, searched ‘Different kisses’. She clicked on the first link that popped up and began reading.
She then started giggling and told us to read along with her. The website she had clicked on had a list of twenty different kinds of kisses, describing how to do each one and what they mean when you do them.
Some were kind of obvious like French kissing (I mean seriously, who doesn’t know what French kissing is?) Others were kind of weird, though vaguely ironic like vampire kisses…but the one I remembered most is the Breath Kiss. Apparently it’s more of a game than a kiss; you have to inhale deeply, kiss your partner then exhale into their mouth while they inhale, so you’re like giving them your air and you just keep doing that back and forth until you run out of air or giggle.
We laughed so hard at that and we all vowed to try it at least once in our life for fun.
The rest of my day was pretty much boring after that, I had nothing interesting to do besides listen to teachers drone on and on and on about things that are pointless and useless to me.
The only two things that happened that brought me out of my bored mood were Wyatt and science class.
Science class was quite the…eye opener. We had continued watching the journey of sperm, seeing all the microscopic sperm swimming around uselessly for another twenty minutes before the screen suddenly flashed a bright white and all you saw on the screen was a woman screaming and sweating as she tried to push a baby out. Normally, that’d be okay. Except the camera’s point of view was right between her legs. So one, you could see the baby coming out, two, you could see her vagina and how big it was while she gave birth.
As soon as that popped up on screen there were a bunch of startled cries and shouts of ‘EW!’ and ‘OH MY GOD THAT’S DISGUSTING!’ One guy even shouted, “IT’S SO HAIRY!” which of course made other guys comment on how the lady should have shaved down there before doing this video while everyone else burst out laughing.
Most girls and even several boys turned their heads around so they wouldn’t have to see it.
The teacher shushed us and everyone fell quiet although you could still hear quiet giggles.
I just gaped at the screen and got the sudden urge to giggle, so I turned my head, clapped a hand over my mouth and prayed to God that I wouldn’t laugh out loud. When I turned my head I turned it towards Wyatt to see him doing the same thing as me. We both burst into the quietest laughter we could manage.
“That was so awful,” I laughed, clutching my sides. Miracle of childbirth, my eye. That looked more like torture than a miracle.
“I know,” he said laughing as well.
The lady was still screaming in the background, but if you weren’t watching the video it sounded really dirty all her heavy breathing and groaning and screaming.
