I looked at him straight in the eyes. Those blue eyes. What? Focus Abby. He isn't who you should care for. But he's so sweet, kind, gentle, nice, comforting, and take of those glasses and suspenders he'll fit right in my category of HOTNESS. But of course, I have to stick in my category. The popular, cute, funny, and party girl. He was looking at me with a confused look. He tilted his head sideways, studying me. I looked at hime with a look that said, what? He looked at me, smiled, came up to my face just about 1 inch apart from each other. I smiled knowing what he wanted. A kiss. And I had this odd feeling that I wanted it too. He then quickly kissed me. I could tell he probably never did that to a girl before, because it was sloppy. He let go, looked at me, and smiled his beautiful grin. He gave me a questioning look. I started laughing at him so much. "What? What's so funny?" he asked me, obviously embarrassed. "We need to work on your kisses mister. You really need some help," I said laughing my ass off.