The Kiss

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After the best and weirdest music class, Sock and I went to Foreign Language. I already know what we're learning, so I wrote a note to Sock in Spanish. He can translate it later.

Estimado Calcetín,

Quiero que vengas a mi casa. Quiero hacer algo por ti. Por favor, reúnete conmigo al final del bloque.

De, Jonathan.

Which means:

Dear Sock,

I want you to come over to my house. I want to do something for you. Please meet me at the end of the block.

From, Jonathan.

I pasted it to Sock and sat there for the rest of class, looking at him, thinking about if we were a couple.

We left Foreign Language and went to our lockers. I asked Sock if he translated that note I gave him. He replied with a grin, " Yeah, and I can't wait to find out what that thing was.~" I was confused of why he said that like that. " Come on, Jonathan. I was just joking. I'm sorry if that was weird." He said when I showed a face of disbelieve. I looked down at my feet. " ...Jonathan...are you okay?" He wondered as I started to cry. I looked up and tackle hugged him, accidentally kissing him. I sat there, waiting for him to push me off, but he kissed me back. I was surprised. I got off of him and asked if it was an accident, to kiss me back. He said, softly, "No, I meant it Jonathan, I meant to kiss you back." He grabbed my face and kissed me. I kissed back and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He did the same and we did this for what felt like forever. No one was in the halls because they went to class. They could kiss for an hour, but there was a special thing happening in E.L.A, so we couldn't. We stopped kissing and a string of spit was shared between us. My stomach and heart felt weird again, but, this time, I knew why.

We went to class and it started. I sat next to Sock and started to hum Perfect. "Jonathan, why are you humming my favorite song? Trying to seduce me?" Sock whispered into my ear. I replied with a grin, "Maybe~ Is it working?" " No, not really, you dork." We sat there and wrote a poem about someone we know. I wrote one about Sock and he wrote one about me. "I hope people don't judge us when we actually get together." I thought as we dismissed to go home. I just wanted to take him into the bathroom and kiss him until tomorrow, but we went home.

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