She was laying on her tender bed to spend out the leisure time, thinking about last night events and how they overcame the boys. In some corner of her meek heart she realized pride grooming up. It was pride of good spirit. She has always been so calm and mild since her childhood and often wished to experience something of that her fellow friends did as a cup of tea. Something out of the league, something that gave her distinguished entity, something like a nerd, something against the normal norms. But every time her cotton heart lacked strong grounds to even lay basis for anything so cool and out of the world.

"I am fed up of being so ordinary. Let me unveil the unique traits hidden within me" She talked to herself.

And suddenly her phone beeped. Her hands were soon to swipe the lock and read out the message hanging in her notification tray.

She kept reading the message until each word of the sender went into the bottom of her heart, deep down. The instant she understood the message meaningfully, two personalities originated as vapour from her body and stood in front of her, turning into two translucent bodies. They were too small but very visible to eyes.

Devil and Angel. That is what she named them since her first encounter with them in her immature infancy. They were the black and white shades of herself. Their faces were as same as hers. Each time she was in dilemma, they both appeared to opine her with their dreadful quarrel.

The Angel was the perfect reflection of a fairy from paradise. A tiara upon its head glowed like an illuminating bulb. The white gown that it wore looked designer and embroidered by great hard work. Its large eyelashes beautified its charming face. It held a shining wand in its hands.

"Hello Dear!" The angel said winking its both eyes.

Before she could respond the angel's sweet 'Hello' the other fraction of her soul gave loud cry.

It was the Devil. Mentally disturbed and sometimes tyrant too. Its long horns on head and long hooked tail at back gave a frightening look to it. It wore black robes that complemented those horrific gestures on its face. A fork like model rested in its hands. Probably its weapon of destruction.

"Don't cry please!" She said to Devil.

"Why shouldn't I? Each time I appear before you, you blindly follow this Angel without even remarking my benign existence. Have you ever felt this much ridiculed as I feel every time you shoo away me and my precious opinions" Devil hissed.

"Not again you please! You scare me off always. Can't you just leave me and this Angel alone" she rudely reacted towards the Devil. The Angel blushed.

"Don't forget I am the darkest part of your soul. Don't dare to evoke my inner anger. I have the power to destroy your brain" Devil said as her eyes went blood-shot.

"When you don't have any brain of you own, you claim to destroy others. I feel pity for you" she said and swatted it away. But the Devil remained at the same place. It was just a piece of her imagination. It felt disgusting to fight with her own reflection. The Angel still stood calm and composed.

"So you are trying to change a very interesting topic? Miss.... whatever your name is" Devil barked again.

"Which shit topic are you talking about and for your kind information let me tell you my name is Miss..... why the hell I need to tell my name to you. Huh!!!" She sighed and looked at the Angel.

"She is referring to the message you just got dear. That is why we both are here" Angel spoke in her politest tone.

"Thanks for informing Dear Sissy!" the Devil gave an awful gesture to the Angel and turned back. Her long robes fluttered as she moved in quick flick.

"Well! I have peeked into the latest parts of your memory. Some thoughts were too weird though! So you were thinking about being so boring and regreted over the absence of charisma in your life. This message is just an indication of Almighty that this is the only opportunity you have been waiting for since long long years. Go ahead and grab it girl!" the Devil's tone suddenly changed from furious to sycophancy.

"Listen dear! Do not listen to this cruel and insane creature. Its absolutely wrong to break the established limits and confinements. Stay within the prescribed bars for your own welfare" The Angel could say few words of wisdome.

"You nincompoop Monotonous Angel! How dare you misguide this girl who is on the verge of her blossoming youth and wants to share this boon with another similar young mate. Is it fair to refrain two beautiful souls from meeting each other?" The Devil said as she had borrowed the similar polite tone from its own counterpart.

"Think about your mother at least. Her departed soul would not be delighted in heavens after knowing about your this affair. Do think over it" Angel nearly mourned in her words.

She was just switching necks from Angel to Devil and then Devil to Angel.

"Think about the specialty of the love you would make today. You have been waiting for these exotic moments for some eras and now you cannot let skip the pleasure just because of your no-more-mother" Devil carried taunting sarcasm in its influencing words.

"And do you completely trust him? Only four months of period is not enough to pierce into ones heart and know exactly the motive of their excess affection" Angel tried to put forward strongest punch lines it could find relevant and dominating.

"Ahh! People find love at first sight and you claim about not knowing him well in long tenure of four months. Your wits are definitely gone for wool gathering and I am very much sure that they are not going to comeback until you go and search them. So better get lost!" Devil said and stabbed the fork weapon in the Angel's throat. And they both vanished as she stood up to break their word-wars.

She thought for the following several minutes. Is it right to conceal about her relation with her Prince Charming from her father and even her best friends? Or she must go for without pulling the topic much and enjoy the teen-age fling?

She unlocked her phone and wrote a short message as a reply.

"Coming! On the way 😘"

The Devil finally won today.

Searching for her best dress in the wardrobe collection, her mind was busy embroidering rosy dreams. She picked up a yellow above the knees frock.

She could imagine the room. Two lonely souls in the room. Yearning to amalgamate their two spirits into one.

She blushed in mirror as her hands decorated her born beautiful face with artificial make-up. She never looked so pretty before.

Not making any delay further, she rushed towards her car. Hotel Love-Avenues she muttered to herself. Her pleasure to meet her beau reflected through her unnecessary and untimely smile. The glow within her eyeballs exhibited as if moon have been stitched in it.

The accerelator never felt this pressure ever, as it experienced today. She did not want to stop today. She drove as her long hairs fought with the free air.

And she reached there. Her destination. Hotel Love-Aveneus.

She called him.

"Where are you?" Her voice carried excitement and curiousity.

"Room No. 143" a young voice came from the other side.

"Okay!" And she aborted the call.

Her steps became big and fast. Breathing heavily as she ran, she saw the elevator. Without waiting for a second, she locked herself in the elevator and clicked the button 2.

Room No. 141, 142, 143. Ahhh!!! She found it. She gave two to three big heaves of sigh. Corrected her hair, picked out a pink lipstick to polish her lips. Taking in the lips, she tasted the flavour. A small electric current flowed in her nerves.

Her internal body construction felt paralyzed. Behind this door was his boyfriend waiting for her arrival but behind her life were her five friends unkown of this scandal that is going to be happened.

And she opened the door. It was not locked. It was dark. More dark than the last night. As if she had closed her eyes. A hand approached in front of her. She forwarded her right hand and laid it upon his hand. She felt pulled inside with a soft thrust.

Fragrance of daffodils filled her nostrils. But she could smell some other odour too. It was his deodrant. She felt provocated.

She followed the boy until they reached at the centre of the room where she saw a bed. Roses adorned the beautiful bed. The boy lit the candle near the bed and the atmosphere went dead romantic. She had just dreamt of such beautiful moments, but this time she stand before her beau, free to mingle within him, free to feel the warmth of his love, free to expose her beauty.

Turned as she was, she put her left hand on his chest. The volume of current increased in leaps and bounds.

She did not wait for another moment. Inhaling the turning deodrant and raising herself on her toe, she planted her lips on the boy's. The world was left behind. She entered a new planet.

Pihu finally made her First Kiss.