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"Your eyes have some blue in them," Jonathan said, smiling softly. My stomach filled with butterflies.

"Yeah, they do," I chuckled. Jonathan began laughing along with me. Soon, we were both cracking up for no reason at all.

Once we finally calmed down, things were quiet. I could hear nothing but the sound of the waves splashing onto the shore and Jonathan's breathing. It took me a moment to register the fact Jonathan's face was mere inches from mine.

I don't know how, and I don't know why. Maybe because we were both insanely drunk. But before I knew it, Jonathan's lips were pressed to mine. My hands cupped his cheeks and Jonathan's went to my hair. Fuck butterflies at this point, a few elephants were stampeding around my stomach, trumpeting so loud they could be heard hundreds of miles away.

That's when it hit me.

I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the stench of alcohol still on our breath, but I quickly sobered up. I realized what I was doing. I was kissing Jonathan. Jonathan! Out of anyone I could have kissed, it was a fucking dude. I pulled away from our kiss roughly, tears threatening to surface. Jonathan must have noticed this, as he quickly removed his hands from my hair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Get away from me." I jumped up off the bench we were sat at and ran home, shocked at my own actions.